"Now, don't look so scared;
it may be slow for a while, but there's big money in it, for me.
I'm going to be Albert Bradley, Real Estate. You see, I've been
advising Fred to handle this new proposition, down the Island, but
he's young, and he's rich, and his father's an old man. Fred won't
keep up the business when old Buck retires. He didn't want to
handle it and they both asked me why I didn't go into it for
myself. There's a pot of money in it, Nance, if I can swing it.
However, I never thought of it until Biggerstaff asked me if I
knew about anything of that kind--he's got some money to put in,
and so has Ingram. This was last week. Well, I went to see. ..."
Nancy listened, frightened and thrilled. Fear was uppermost;
before this she had seen something of daring business ventures in
her southern childhood. But on the other hand, there was the
possibility of "big money," and they needed money! They needed, as
Bert said, to get out of the ranks, to push in before the next
fellow pushed in. She had a vision of herself telling the other
women of the Gardens that Mr. Bradley had gone into business for
himself; that the Pearsalls were going to throw anything they
could his way.
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