He seemed to
think he'd fixed me up perfectly, and that I was just as good as
driving a tandem around his library right that minute! Of course I
know he's anything but miserly; still I can't help thinking he must be
salting a lot of money away. I know prices are higher than they used
to be, but he doesn't spend within thousands of what he used to, and we
certainly can't be spending more than we always have spent. Where
does it all go to? Uncle George told me grandfather had sold some
pieces of property, and it looks a little queer. If he's really
'property poor,' of course we ought to be more saving than we are, and
help him out. I don't mind giving up a tandem if it seems a little
too expensive just now. I'm perfectly willing to live quietly till he
gets his bank balance where he wants it. But I have a faint
suspicion, not that he's getting miserly--not that at all--but that
old age has begun to make him timid about money. There's no doubt
about it, he's getting a little queer: he can't keep his mind on a
subject long.
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