od day," said Burbank. "Give me a chance to get my
money back to-morrow.

"I'm sorry," said Carter. "I'm leaving New York to-morrow."

The same scarlet car bore them back triumphant to the bank.

"Twenty-two thousand dollars?" gasped Carter, "in CASH! How in the
name of all that's honest can we celebrate winning twenty-two thousand
dollars? We can't eat more than one dinner; we can't drink more than two
quarts of champagne--not without serious results."

"I'll tell you what we can do!" cried Dolly excitedly. "We can sail
to-morrow on the CAMPANIA!"

"Hurrah!" shouted Carter. "We'll have a second honey-moon. We'll shoot
up London and Paris. We'll tear slices out of the map of Europe. You'll
ride in one motor-car, I'll ride in another, we'll have a maid and a
valet in a third, and we'll race each other all the way to Monte Carlo.
And, there, I'll dream of the winning numbers, and we'll break the bank.
When does the CAMPANIA sail?"

"At noon," said Dolly.

"At eight we will be on board," said Carter.

But that night in his dreams he saw King Pepper, Confederate, and Red
Wing each win a race. And in the morning neither the engines of the
CAMPANIA nor the entreaties of Dolly could keep him from the race-track.

"I want only six thousand," he protested. "You can do what you like with
the rest, but I am going to bet six thousand on the first one of those
three to start. If he loses, I give you my word I'll not bet another
cent, and we'll sail on Saturday. If he wins Out, I'll put all I make on
the two others."

"Can't you see," begged Dolly, "that your dreams are just a rehash of
what you think during the day? You have been playing in wonderful luck,
that's all. Each of those horses is likely to win his race. When he does
you will have more faith than ever in your silly dreams----"

"My silly dreams," said Carter grinning, "are carrying you to Europe,
first class, by the next steamer."

They had been talking while on their way to the bank. When Dolly saw she
could not alter his purpose, she made him place the nineteen thousand
that remained, after he had taken out the six thousand, in her name. She
then drew out the entire amount.

"You told me," said Dolly, smiling anxiously, "I could do what I liked
with it. Maybe I have dreams also. Maybe I mean to back them."

She drove away, mysteriously refusing to tell him what she intended
to do. When they met at luncheon, she was still much excited, still
bristling wi