“These are my jewels,” said Pete impressively. “Darling, it’s going to be a shock, but—have you got a quarter?”

“You’ve got nerve, asking me for money,” said Daisy. “And if you lied about inheriting some money—”

Pete smiled tenderly upon her. He produced a quarter of his own.

“Watch, my dear! I’m doing this for you!”

He turned on the demonstrator and explained complacently as the first cluckings came from the base. The glass plate moved, a second quarter appeared, and Pete pyramided the two while he continued to explain. In the fraction of a minute, there were four quarters. Again Pete pyramided. There were eight quarters—sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four, one hundred twenty-eight—At this point the stack collapsed and Pete shut off the switch.

“You see, my dear? Out of the fourth dimension to you! Uncle invested it, I inherited it, and—shall I change your money for you?”

Daisy did not look at all absent-minded now. Pete gave her a neat little sheaf of bank notes.

“And from now on, darling,” he said cheerfully, “whenever you want money just come in here, start the machine—and there you are! Isn’t that nice?”

“I want some more money now,” said Daisy. “I have to buy a trousseau.”

“I hoped you’d feel that way!” said Pete enthusiastically. “Here goes! And we have a reunion while the pennies roll in.”

The demonstrator began to cluck and clatter with bills instead of quarters on the plate. Once, to be sure, it suspended all operations and the refrigeration unit purred busily for a time. Then it resumed its self-satisfied delving into the immediate past.

“I haven’t been making any definite plans,” explained Pete, “until I talked to you. Just getting things in line. But I’ve looked after Arthur carefully. You know how he loves cigarettes. He eats them, and though it may be eccentric in a kangaroo, they seem to agree with him. I’ve used the demonstrator to lay up a huge supply of cigarettes for him—his favorite brand, too. And I’ve been trying to build up a bank account. I thought it would seem strange if we bought a house on Park Avenue and just casually offered a trunkful of bank notes in payment. It might look as if we’d been running a snatch racket.”