Is it a good place to make money

    "Are you going to stay home now?"     "For a little while. I may go back to Montana after a bit."     "Is it a good place to make money?"     "I made five hundred dollars."     "Thats only a little more than a hundred dollars a year.     Frank Dobson has saved as much as that and he's stayed right here in Burton."     "I'm glad of that," said Pettigrew heartily. "Frank is a rousing good fellow. If it hadn't been for him I couldn't have gone to Montana."     "It doesn't seem to have done you much good, as I can see."     "Oh, well, I am satisfied. Let me introduce my friend, Mr. Rodney Ropes of New York."     "Glad to meet you," said Hector with a jerk of the head.     "Rodney, won't you sit inside? I want to sit outide with Hector."     "All right, Mr. Pettigrew."     "Who is that boy?" asked Hector with characteristic Yankee curiosity, as he seized the lines and started the horses.     "A rich young fellow from New York. I got acquainted with him there."     "Rich is he?" Jefferson Pettigrew nodded.