Every now and again they
would look anxiously down across the street at the bank that held
their money. They were nervous lest it should take fire.
"We can be extravagant to-night," said Dolly, "because we owe it to
Dromedary to celebrate. But from to-night on we must save. We've
had an awful lesson. What happened to us last month must never
happen again. We were down to a two-dollar bill. Now we have
twenty-five hundred across the street, and you have several
hundreds in your pocket. On that we can live easily for a year.
Meanwhile, you can write 'the' great American novel without having
to worry about money, or to look for a steady job. And then your
book will come out, and you will be famous, and rich, and----"
"Passing on from that," interrupted Carter, "the thing of first
importance is to get you out of that hot, beastly flat. I propose
we start to-morrow for Cape Cod. I know a lot of fishing villages
there where we could board and lodge for twelve dollars a week, and
row and play tennis and live in our bathing suits."
Dolly assented with enthusiasm, and during the courses of the
dinner they happily discussed Cape Cod from Pocasset to Yarmouth,
and from Sandwich to Provincetown. So eager were they to escape,
that Carter telephoned the hallman at his club to secure a cabin
for the next afternoon on the Fall River boat.
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