Jess seemed dazed by the possibility of the new order of things, while Roy was disinclined to talk about it at all. Rex, however, made up for the apparent apathy of the others. At lunch he wanted to know when they were going to move. “Of course we don’t want to go on staying in a bandbox of a place like this, when mother is a millionaire,” he said. “Only half a one,” Jess corrected him with a smile. “Well, no matter about that. I’ve been figuring up on the income that we could get without touching the principal, and I make it $25,000 a year.” “Oh, Reggie, Reggie, I am afraid you are incorrigible,” groaned his mother. “Why, I don’t see anything out of the way in doing a little calculating here in the privacy of our home. I don’t go up and proclaim it from the housetops.” “But you may be reckoning without your host, my dear brub,” interposed Jess. “What if Mr. Tyler had only a thousand in bank instead of five hundred thousand?” “Yes; we can’t know anything certain till Syd comes home to-night,” added Roy. “I can’t wait for that,” muttered Rex, under his breath. He subsided for the rest of his meal, however, but as soon as he had finished went up to his room and proceeded to go through all the pockets of his different suits. “Short by a quarter,” he murmured as he finally sat down on the edge of the bed and jingled the small change he had collected, “I’ll have to go to mother after all.” He glanced up at a time-table stuck in the mirror, hurriedly changed his knockabout suit for his best one, and then rushed down to the dining room where Mrs. Pell was helping Eva shell peas for dinner. He went straight up to her and put his arm affectionately about her neck. “Moms,” he said in his winning way, “I want to run up to the city for this afternoon. I’m a quarter short to buy my ticket. Won’t you please let me have it? I can pay you back out of my allowance.” “What do you want to go to the city for, Rex?” “Oh, I can’t stay here in uncertainty. I want to see Syd to know for sure about things. Besides, it will keep me from shocking you here if I go.” “But Sydney is sure to be very busy. You will bother him by going to the office.” “No, I won’t. He never lets me bother him. Besides, I only want to see him for a minute. You know I haven’t been in town since school closed. The train goes in twenty minutes, and I’ll come back with Syd. Please, moms.” “All right, Rex, you may go, but remember I trust you not to annoy Sydney. You will find my purse in my top bureau drawer, left hand corner.” “You are the best mother a boy ever had.” With a hasty kiss Rex was off, secured his quarter, and then with a wave of his hand toward the family, struck out across the pasture for the path that led up over the hill in a short cut to the station. There was nobody so easy to get along with as Rex—as long as you allowed him to have his own way.