CHAPTER X.
FOREBODINGS.
Jubilation! Jubilation now, instead of Consternation, in the office of Mr. Benjamin Brummage in Wall Street.
President Brummage had convoked his Directors to hear the First Semiannual Report of the new Superintendent and Dictator of Dunderbunk.
And there they sat around the green table, no longer forlorn and dreading a failure, but all chuckling with satisfaction over their prosperity.
They were a happy and hilarious family now,—so hilarious that the President was obliged to be always rapping to Orderr with his paper-knife.
Every one of these gentlemen was proud of himself as a Director of so successful a Company. The Dunderbunk advertisement might now consider itself as permanent in the newspapers, and the Treasurer had very unnecessarily inserted the notice of a dividend, which everybody knew of already.
When Mr. Churm was not by, they all claimed the honor of having discovered Wade, or at least of having been the first to appreciate him.
They all invited him to dinner,—the others at their houses, Sam Gwelp at his club.
They had not yet begun to wax fat and kick. They still remembered the panic of last summer.
