Spring had come again, and the hills around Nyack looked so fresh, and
green, and beautiful. Chapman had got Kidd stock into high favor with
all the honest old Dutchmen in the county. And it was curious to see how
these heretofore cautious people parted with their money for what
Chapman called a "profitable equivalent."
Mrs. Chapman seemed to have increased in circumference and loftiness.
She could get new and expensive dresses, and silk ones at that, every
time she went to New York, and she went quite often now. And none of her
neighbors could wear such fine lace on their caps. It was surprising to
see how this fat, fussy woman could toss her head and talk of common
people now. It was very annoying, she said, to have to live in a little
country town like Nyack, and mix with everybody. Then her dear little
intellectually great Chapman was such a jewel of a husband, and was so
clever at inventing the means of making a fortune for other people.
The brain of Nyack was terribly disordered over the fortunes that were
to be made in a month for all who invested in Kidd Discovery stock.
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