“I knew you could do it if you only set yourself to it,” she declared. “And all of that fortune, for it is a fortune, Jim, was made in a clean, honorable way.”
He looked up at her, puzzled. Could it be possible that she did not understand?
“Is a dollar honest?” he responded dryly, and he talked no more of business that night.
The next morning ushered in a great day for Battlesburg. Early in the dawn two carpenters appeared in Courthouse Square and began putting up a platform; but, early as they were, boys were already on the ground, trying to peer beneath the mysterious swathings of the “veiled” fountain. Dan Hopkins set up his ice cream and candy stand, and hoarse Jim Moller appeared with his red and blue and green toy balloons. About nine o’clock the farm wagons came lumbering into to
