“We mean it. We will call the concern the Atkins Novelty Mills, and if things go as they ought to, you ought to be a very comfortably wealthy man in a few years. We shall incorporate for two hundred thousand dollars, so your stock alone, if we have any sort of luck, will be worth forty thousand.” “Don’t seem possible,” says Mr. Atkins, so flabbergasted he could hardly speak. “And, using your name in the company, you will be its vice-president. How’s that, Catty? Sound all right?” “Sounds good and respectable,” says Catty, who was so tickled and excited he could hardly wiggle. “My goodness! Dad ’ll be makin’ more money than any man in town, won’t he?” “A lot more.” “More than Captain Winton?” “I should say so.” Catty waggled his head. “Respectable at last,” says he. It would surprise you how quick that factory was built and in running order, and I guess it surprised even Mr. Sommers how quick it got to making money. Why, they couldn’t commence to manufacture things as quick as folks ordered them all over the United States, and before the first factory was finished they were building additions on to it and starting to make new things. It was a go. Mr. Sommers said it was a gold-mine—and a fifth of it all belonged to Mr. Atkins, besides his royalties and salary. Why, he was rich right off ... and respectable! The way folks changed toward him and Catty was funny. Everybody but Mrs. Gage. She kept right on hating him like everything, but I guess she was sorry she had to. Other folks thought Mr. Atkins was the greatest man in the world, even bigger than Captain Winton. In a little while they built them a dandy house and kept a cook and another girl to clean up, and they was as swell as anybody in the country. And Catty made his father buy a silk hat and a swallow-tail coat for Sundays. Mr. Atkins didn’t care a cent about the money or the style, but Catty set an awful store about their being so respectable. But Mr. Atkins was as happy as could be. He had a fine workshop at the mill with all kinds of tools, and he jest whittled and tinkered all day long, and when he didn’t want to tinker there, why, he went off fishing and whittled on the bank of the river. But he wasn’t a man anybody tried to fool more than once. Some tried it that many times, and then quit prompt. He said he had found just what he wanted to do in life and the thing he could do best, and anybody that knew a thing agreed with him. “But,” says he, “I’d still be a tramp without anythin’ in the world if it wasn’t for Catty. He grabbed me and made me over from the soles of my feet to the tiptop hair of my head. He’s the real man in our family.” They didn’t give up Atkins & Phillips’s, but kept it up as a contracting concern, with Jack Phillips as boss, and _that_ made a lot of money. Seemed like everything made money for the Atkinses.... And there you are. Catty started in to school, and it was funny to see how few objected to their children going to the same school with him.