"Not me," says I. "And I hope you break in sometime or other." "It's got to be now," says Millie. "I've made Tim quit the truck, and we're down to our last dollar. Think of that! Just when I can see daylight ahead too! Why, if I knew where I could get hold of two hundred----" She pauses and gazes around sort of desperate, until she and Elisha P. Bayne are starin' at each other. I couldn't resist the temptation, either. "There you are," says I. "Mr. Bayne runs a bank. Lendin' money's his business." "Really, McCabe!" says Bayne indignant. But Millie ain't lettin' any hints get by. "Why wouldn't someone lend me that much?" says she, gazin' earnest at me once more. "Just two hundred! I could pay it back in less than six months. Oh, I'm sure I could! Mr. McCabe, wouldn't you?" Almost took my breath away, the quick way she turned my josh back on me. "Why," says I, "I--I might--on security." "Security?" says she, kind of vague. Then all of a sudden she brightens up. "Why, yes; of course you'd want security. I'd put up Tim." "Eh?" says I, and something of the kind comes from Timothy too. "He can always earn from twelve to fifteen a week," says Millie, eager. "You could have ten of it for twenty weeks. We could live in one room, and I would keep things running. Honest, if we don't make a go of it we'll come back and pay up." "But what's the scheme?" says I. "Going off somewhere, are you?" "That's what I want the money for, to take us there," says she. "I--I don't want to tell the rest. I haven't even told Tim. But we can win out. I'm sure we can if you'll stake us. Won't you, please, Professor MCCabe?" And I expect it was all due to that sneer of Elisha P. Bayne's. For while this was about as batty a business proposition as I ever had put up to me, this scheme of Millie's for hockin' her hubby, I'd got more or less int'rested in her yarn. And it struck me that a girl who'd done what she had wa'n't any quitter. Elisha puts on such a hard, cold sneer too; and comin' from this wise, foxy old near-plute who'd been playin' lead pipe cinches all his life, I expect, and never lettin' go of a nickel until he had a dime's worth of goods in his fist--well, it got to me, all right. [Illustration: "Say, I'm a bear for Paris."] "You win," says I, flashin' my roll and startin' to count off the twenties. "But, McCabe!" gasps Elisha P. "Surely you're not going to lend two hundred dollars to--to such a person as this?" "Yep," says I. "This is my foolish day. And I'm goin' to write you a check for two hundred more for a six months' option on that Sucker Brook tract. Here you are, Mrs. Moran. Never mind the ticket for Tim. I'm takin' your word." "Talk about miracles!" says Millie, countin' the money dazed. "Bless you, Sorr!" says Tim husky as I shows 'em out.