"
"We hadn't thought of putting one up because of the neighbors, but it
would be nice," agreed Mrs. Cowperwood. "Henry will have to get one."
"I have two or three in my trunks over at the hotel. My niggers make 'em
down there. I'll send Manuel over with them in the morning."
He plucked at the vines, tweaked Edward's ear, told Joseph, the second
boy, he would bring him an Indian tomahawk, and went back into the
house.
"This is the lad that interests me," he said, after a time, laying a
hand on the shoulder of Frank. "What did you name him in full, Henry?"
"Frank Algernon."
"Well, you might have named him after me. There's something to this boy.
How would you like to come down to Cuba and be a planter, my boy?"
"I'm not so sure that I'd like to," replied the eldest.
"Well, that's straight-spoken. What have you against it?"
"Nothing, except that I don't know anything about it."
"What do you know?"
The boy smiled wisely. "Not very much, I guess."
"Well, what are you interested in?"
"Money!"
"Aha! What's bred in the bone, eh? Get something of that from your
father, eh? Well, that's a good trait.
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