Morgan laughed, lifted his fists, and let them fall with a crash on the table.
"I'm young yet."
"Oh, there's a great deal in that. But one draws no interest from time. You live on your capital. But there's much in being at the beginning instead of at the end—a great deal in that."
[Chapter XXIII]
The End
"It is this way," said Thaddeus, "to speak from a—a—personal standpoint. If Morgan Map goes to the cemetery I shall not wait for my mail, but go and—a—accidentally interrupt. If he goes north, the other man may go there, if he chooses. I shall wait for my mail."
"Your standpoint!" said Mr. Paulus, heavily. "Well—speakin' from young Map's, what might he want in the cemetery? Speakin' from mine, I'd rather he'd go there and stay."
"My niece Helen is at present planting flowers in the cemetery—in point of fact, roots."
Mr. Paulus was aroused. "They might do some buttin'—think?"