But my shoes are as good
as yours--you said so. And my teeth and hands and feet are as carefully
taken care of as yours or any one's!"
Eleanor admitted that this was so, but Polly still had to prove that
her father had money. And she insisted upon the fact being proven.
"If you don't believe me, you can write to my brother John," declared
Polly. "His best college friend visited here last vacation-time and
simply went crazy over Rainbow Cliffs. He went so far as to have an
expert mineralogist come over here to examine the stones. This man was
out west on business for Tom Latimer's father, and Tom said it would
cost next to nothing to send for him. The man said the jewels would
create the greatest wild-cat speculations in New York if they were
placed on the market. Those were his very words!"
"Tom Latimer! Do you know him?" gasped Eleanor.
"He's John's chum. He visited here for several weeks and we had the
loveliest times! I liked him a lot."
"I should think you would! But, Polly, Tom is several years older than
you. In fact he is older than Bob, as she found out when she tried to
capture him for herself. His father is one of the richest financiers in
New York."
"I didn't think of his age, although now you speak of it, I suppose he
must be about John's age. But he acted like a big boy, so we had fine
times," explained Polly, entirely innocent of Eleanor's hints regarding
the young man.
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