"Surely. But I was interested——" "Of course. Of course," said her father. "Especially when you heard the name of Endicott. If your Ralph had any money of his own (which he hasn’t, for it is all tied up in trust funds, I understand) I would let him in on this instead of his Uncle Henry." Lorna had gone red and looked vexed at his mention of "her Ralph." But she was still curious. "I suppose Professor Endicott really manages the whole Endicott estate, daddy?" "Oh, yes. It is all in his hands. And I do not understand when we offer him such a bang-up investment why he doesn’t come in." "Could it be possible that he is short of funds, daddy?" "Of ready cash, you mean? Why, I have always understood that the Endicott securities were so placed that they brought in a continual stream of dividends. Conservative in the extreme, yet safe investments. Otherwise, how has Henry managed to run that family in such an extravagant way and to pour money into his experiments as well?" "Couldn’t that be the very reason why he does not enter into this investment that you have offered him?" ventured Lorna. "Perhaps the Endicott fortune is depleted to such an extent that he has no surplus for investment." "Bless us! Do you know that to be a fact, daughter?" "I do not know anything about it. It may be only gossip. But it is reported that Professor Endicott has wasted the family fortune." "Dear me! You don’t mean that, Lorna? That would be a catastrophe. What does Ralph say about it?" "I have never spoken to Ralph about such matters," said Lorna, a little stiffly. "No, no. I presume not. Such a sordid thing as money does not interest you youngsters. And in any case, if Ralph didn’t have a penny to bless himself with, we can be thankful that your money is well placed and you and he need not worry." Lorna got off the arm of the chair quickly. She stamped her foot. "Daddy, I tell you I have no intention of marrying Ralph Endicott!" "Bless us!" gasped her father. "If Henry has made ducks and drakes of their money and Ralph hasn’t a penny, who will marry the boy if you don’t?" Amos Pickering waved a flabby hand to attract the attention of the lightkeeper while yet the monster-headed horse was a long way from Miss Heppy’s flower-beds where Tobias was sunning himself with his pipe. "Here comes the _Daily Bladder_," remarked Tobias, speaking to his sister, who was inside the lighthouse. "Now we’ll l’arn whose punkin is the biggest." He arose slowly from his seat and went down the sandy slope to the road. Amos had a paper for the lightkeeper, but he was bursting with news himself. "Ye ain’t got no boarder no more, I understand, Tobias," the rural mail carrier began. "You understand correct," agreed Tobias, biting on his pipe stem. "An’ I give it as my opinion that Heppy maybe just about broke even on his board—if anybody should drive up and ax ye, Amos."