“Well, you bundle up what you can find and send them to me by express. I guess you can trust me, can’t you?” “Yes, sir,” says Catty. “Thank you. It’s a good thing in business to be willing to trust men, but it is better to know which ones to trust.” “I figgered so,” said Catty. “Now if you’ll send me to that patent lawyer.” “You’ve got me interested, my boy. I don’t know but I’ll have to run down to see your father myself. Maybe we can work out some kind of an arrangement that will suit both of us. That table, for instance, I feel sure there is money in it.” “I hope so,” says Catty. “Dad and me needs a lot of money to prove to folks that we’re respectable.” “What do you mean by that, Son?” Then Catty told the whole story, and I never saw anybody act more interested. “Young man,” says Mr. Sommers, when Catty was through, “that’s one of the most remarkable things I ever heard. You just set out to make over your father—to turn him into a respected citizen instead of a tramp, eh?” “That’s it?” “And you’ve done all you say in just a few months?” “Yes, sir. You ought to see Dad now.” “I’m going to,” says Mr. Sommers. “You needn’t send those models to me, for I’m coming down to see them. Let me see, I can get down in two weeks. In the mean time, you start the proceedings to get a patent on this table. Got enough money?” “I don’t know. Does it cost much?” “Nevermind. I’ll give you a letter to the lawyer, and he will charge it to me. You can pay me later.” “Thankee,” says Catty. “I’ll be down to see you two weeks from to-day,” says Mr. Sommers. “Don’t forget.” “No danger,” says Catty, and we went out to hunt up that lawyer. We found him in his office, about twenty stories up in the air. It was the highest up I had ever been. Going up in that elevator was just like going up in a balloon. It seemed sort of silly to make buildings so high and to work ’way up there a couple of hundred feet above the street. There’s so much earth that everybody could have his office or store right down on it if he wanted to. Catty said it was because that would take up too much room, and that folks wanted to be near one another so it would be easier to do business. That was all right, but it did cost a lot of money. Cities are awful expensive to build, I guess. When we got to the lawyer’s office we sent Mr. Sommers’s letter in and the lawyer sent out for us. We told him what we wanted, and he asked for the little table. He said there would have to be drawings made and lots of things, but we could just leave it with him and he would tend to the whole thing. There would be some papers to sign, he said, but he would mail them to Catty and Catty could mail them back again. “This is an ingenious thing,” he says, “and you ought to make money out of it.” “Maybe,” says Catty, “but it takes money to make money. Factories cost a lot, don’t they?”