human
This is her morning for Wobbling, returned Polly disdainfully.
gpt
A while ago she was dodging the perfectly careless compliments of old Tommy and trying not to see that his toupee was on crooked; and now she's down toward the ravine some place, watching young Cecil stumble. You could make yourself a very solid Johnny by trotting right down there and breaking up the party.
human
I think I'd rather have a messenger for that, calculated Johnny.
gpt
His brothers wish to see Cecil up in the east loggia.
human
Sammy will go,
gpt
Go with him, Winnie, ordered Polly.
human
Trot on now, both of you. I want to talk sense.
gpt
Come on, Sammy; I'm ready.
human
Constance showed me that schedule last night, Johnny, rattled Polly.
gpt
You ought to see it, Loring. On Wednesday, at four o'clock, he was exactly even with it; five hundred thousand dollars to the good.
human
I know, laughed Loring,
gpt
You don't mean to say that a Wobbles could be useful!
human
Half a million dollars' worth, Loring informed her; then he drew his chair closer and lowered his voice.
gpt
It's a funny story, Polly. Two weeks ago Johnny took Courtney and Close and Washer and Colonel Bouncer up to the Bronx in my machine and arranged to sell them a subdivision for three and a half million dollars.
human
Help! gasped Polly.
gpt
Burglar!
human
They'll double their money, asserted Johnny indignantly.
gpt
Fanciest neglected opportunity within a gallon of gasolene from Forty-second Street.
human
Trouble is, Johnny didn't own it and doesn't yet, laughed Loring.
gpt
He's been trying to buy it from the Wobbleses ever since he arranged to sell it.
human
He'll get it,
gpt
Will they agree when they get together? Loring worried.
human
Individually each one needs the money, and each one is satisfied with Johnny's offer of three million cash.
gpt
Don't say another word, ordered Polly.
human
I have to figure this out. Why, Johnny, if you carry this through it will finish your million, and this is only the thirteenth of May. That's going some! You weren't supposed to have it till the thirty-first. Polly's proud of you!
gpt
I don't think you get the joke of this yet, though, Polly, Loring went on.
human
The Wobbleses don't know that Johnny had already arranged to sell their land, and the subdivision company doesn't know that the beautiful Bronx tract is the Wobbles estate. In the meantime both parties are here, and I'm lurking behind the scenery with all the necessary papers ready to sign, seal and deliver.
gpt
Hush! commanded Polly;
human
I'm getting excited. It sounds like the finish of the third act. Oh, lookee! Who's the graceful party with Gresham?