"That time'll never come, Honey, after all you've done for me."
"I don't want yer to feel yerself bound by that."
"I don't feel myself bound by it; but—dash it all, Honey!—whatever you feel or don't feel about me, I'm fond of you."
He was still imperturbable. "Well, Kid, you wouldn't be the first, not by a lot."
"But if I can never be anything for you, or do anything for you...."
"There's one thing you could do."
"What is it? I don't care how hard it is."
"Well, when you're one o' them big lawyers, or bankers, or somethink—drorin' yer fifty dollars a week—you can have a shy at this 'ere lor o' proputty. It don't seem right to me that some people should have all the beef to chaw, and others not so much as the bones; but I can't git the 'ang of it. If nothink don't belong to nobody, then what about all your dough in the New York savin's bank, and mine in the one in Brooklyn? We're keepin' it agin yer goin' to college, ain't we? And don't that belong to us? Yes, by George, it do! So there you are. But if when yer gits yer larnin' yer can steddy it out...."