Fanny turned to her sister. Apologetically she said:
"You see, dear, James only cares for violin music."
"I don't even care for that," he growled.
"Then why did you take me last week to see that famous violinist?" she demanded.
"A mistake, my dear. I didn't know he was a violinist. You see, he was flourishing his bow and I thought he was a juggler!"
"Musical comedy and vaudeville for mine," he exclaimed. "I've joined the ranks of the 'tired business men,' like your husband."
Virginia shook her head. "You're wrong there," she said. "Robert is very fond of opera."
"Which accounts for his not going to hear it, I suppose."
"No, that was not it," she replied quickly. "He had to see some of his associates on a very important business matter."
"That's what I'll be saying soon!" grinned her brother-in-law. "I'm already getting a hundred a week. I guess that's not bad for a fellow who two years ago was only getting fourteen!"
"And the best thing about it is that I did it all myself!" said Jimmie.
"Yes, every bit," he answered impudently.
"Oh, of course, he gave me the chance, but how long do you think I'd have lasted if I hadn't made good?"
His sister-in-law smiled good-naturedly. Quickly she asked:
"What salary were you getting when Robert gave you your chance?"
"That's got nothing to do with it," he retorted.
"You were getting fourteen dollars a week and he started you at fifty. That was some help, wasn't it?"
"Nothing," she replied. "I mention this only to make you remember that Robert is entitled to at least a part of the credit for your advancement."
"He gave me my start, I'll admit that. But did he raise me to seventy-five and then to a hundred out of charity? Not much! He did it because I was worth it."
"Yes," he went on, "and I'm worth more than a hundred now. I'm going to strike for a raise pretty soon, and if I don't get it--if I don't get it, I'll put on my coat, walk right out and leave him flat."
"James!" exclaimed Fanny, making frantic signs to him to desist.
"And then? What will you do?" asked Virginia quickly.
"At a salary of over five thousand dollars a year?"
Virginia shrugged her shoulders. Curtly she said:
"I think myself you'd better stick to Robert," she said.
Folding his arms, the young man faced the two women. Indignantly he cried: