“Forty-five hundred, dear lady,” corrected Mr. Ellis, watching her.  “Forty-five hundred dollars profit to be made in two weeks, and nothing to do to get it but sit still and watch it coming!”

I can read Tish like a book and I saw what was in her mind.  “Letitia Carberry!” I said sternly.  “You take my warning and keep clear of this foolishness.  If money comes as easy as that it ain’t honest.”

“Why not?” demanded Mr. Ellis.  “We give them their money’s worth, don’t we?  They’d pay two dollars for a theater seat without half the thrills—­no chances of seeing a car turn turtle or break its steering-knuckle and dash into the side-lines.  Two dollars’ worth?  It’s twenty!”

But Tish had had a moment to consider, and the turning-turtle business settled it.  She shook her head.  “I’m not interested, Mr. Ellis,” she said coldly.  “I couldn’t sleep at night if I thought I’d been the cause of anything turning turtle or dashing into the side-lines.”

“Dear lady!” he said, shocked; “I had no idea of asking you to help me out of my difficulties.  Anyhow, while matters are at a standstill probably some shrewd money-maker here will come forward before long and make a nice profit on a small investment.”

As we drove away from the fair grounds Tish was very silent; but just as we reached the Bailey place, with Bettina and young Jasper McCutcheon batting a ball about on the tennis court, Tish turned to me.

“You needn’t look like that, Lizzie,” she said.  “I’m not even thinking of backing an automobile race—­although I don’t see why I shouldn’t, so far as that goes.  But it’s curious, isn’t it, that I’ve got twenty-five hundred dollars from Cousin Angeline’s estate not even earning four per cent?”

I got out grimly and jerked at my bonnet-strings.

“You put it in a mortgage, Tish,” I advised her with severity in every tone.  “It may not be so fast as an automobile race or so likely to turn turtle or break its steering-knuckle, but it’s safe.”

“Huh!” said Tish, reaching for the gear lever.  “And about as exciting as a cold pork chop.”

“And furthermore,” I interjected, “if you go into this thing now that your eyes are open, I’ll send for Charlie Sands!”

“You and Charlie Sands,” said Tish viciously, jamming at her gears, “ought to go and live in an old ladies’ home away from this cruel world.”

Aggie was sitting under a sunshade in the broiling sun at the tennis court.  She said she had not left Bettina and Jasper for a moment, and that they had evidently quarreled, although she did not know when, having listened to every word they said.  For the last half-hour, she said, they had not spoken at all.

“Young people in love are very foolish,” she said, rising stiffly.  “They should be happy in the present.  Who knows what the future may hold?”

I knew she was thinking of Mr. Wiggins and the icy roof, so I patted her shoulder and sent her up to put cold cloths on her head for fear of sunstroke.  Then I sat down in the broiling sun and chaperoned Bettina until luncheon.