"I have figured it."
"And your book has already earned more than enough to pay everything,"
said Betty Jo. "Isn't that simply grand, Brian?"
"It is pretty 'grand,' all right," he agreed. "The only trouble is, I
must wait so long before the money is due me from the publishers."
"That is exactly what I came to talk about," she returned quickly. "I
tried to have it different when I made the arrangements with them, but
the terms of payment in the contract are the very best I could get; and
so I have planned a little plan whereby you--that is, we--won't need to
wait for your freedom until the date of settlement with the publishers."
"You have a plan which will do that?" Brian questioned, doubtfully.
She nodded vigorously, with another Betty Jo smile. "This is the plan,
and you are not to interrupt until I have finished everything: I happen
to have some money of my very, very own, which is doing nothing but
earning interest--"
At the look on Brian's face, she stopped suddenly; but, when he started
to speak, she put her hand quickly over his mouth, saying: "You were
not to say a single word until I have finished. Play fair, Brian, dear;
please!"
When he signified that he would not speak, she continued in her most
matter-of-fact and businesslike tone: "There is every reason in the
world, Brian, why you should pay off your debt to the bank and to Auntie
Sue at the earliest possible moment.
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