Dolly turned toward the train drawn up at the entrance.
"Not with me!" shouted Carter. "We're going home in the reddest,
most expensive, fastest automobile I can hire!"
In the "hack" line of motor-cars was one that answered those
requirements, and they fell into it as though it were their own.
"To the Night and Day Bank!" commanded Carter.
With the genial democracy of the race-track, the chauffeur lifted
his head to grin appreciatively. "That listens good to me!" he
said.
"I like him!" whispered Dolly. "Let's buy him and the car."
On the way home, they bought many cars; every car they saw, that
they liked, they bought. They bought, also, several houses, and a
yacht that they saw from the ferry-boat. And as soon as they had
deposited the most of their money in the bank, they went to a
pawnshop in Sixth Avenue and bought back many possessions that they
had feared they never would see again.
When they entered the flat, the thing they first beheld was Dolly's
two-dollar bill.
"What," demanded Carter, with repugnance, "is that strange piece of
paper?"
Dolly examined it carefully. "I think it is a kind of money," she
said, used by the lower classes."
They dined on the roof at Delmonico's. Dolly wore the largest of
the five hats still unsold, and Carter selected the dishes entirely
according to which was the most expensive.
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