But he followed her:
"I thought you'd say something like that," he said. "It just shows how
much you know."
"Explain it to her, Jimmy," exclaimed Fanny.
"What's the good?" he replied scornfully. "She wouldn't understand.
But I will say this: If I had an opportunity to show some rich man
just what I could do, I'd be worth perhaps a million dollars in ten or
twelve years, and that would mean a swell house for you and me, and
servants, and automobiles and everything like that. I'd show 'em!"
Overcome by the vivid picture he had drawn, Fanny took his hands.
Enthusiastically she cried:
"Oh, Jimmy, wouldn't it be lovely? And perhaps we could get into real
society, too--perhaps we might meet the social leaders from Harlem and
Brooklyn whose pictures are in the papers every Sunday!"
"There'd be nobody we couldn't meet," he cried proudly.
"And fancy!" exclaimed Fanny--"fancy going to the dressmaker's,
picking out half a dozen dresses, having them sent home without even
asking the price, and letting them charge just as much as they like!
Wouldn't that be heavenly?"
"You can have all that and more," he cried exultingly.
Virginia shrugged her shoulders. The topic was becoming distasteful to
her. Impatiently she exclaimed:
"It's perfectly ridiculous!"
Going over to her sister, Fanny put her arm around her neck:
"All I want is for you to be happy, sis."
"I know it, dear," replied Virginia. "That's the way you've been
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