“But you are not accustomed to work; you were not brought up to work.”
“The time has come for me to get accustomed to it. I have played, and now I will work.”
“Don’t you dread it?”
“Dread it? No! I welcome it! When I leave Bloomfield it will be to go out into the world and seek honest work of some kind.”
“But you do not expect to become a common day laborer?”
“I expect to become what I must. It is an old saying that beggars must not be choosers.”
“But think of the disgrace of it!”
Frank drew himself up with dignity.
“The disgrace, doctor? There is no disgrace in honest toil. I shall not fear it.”
“Your hand, young man!” cried the physician. “You will get on in the world, I am sure of that. You have the right spirit, and you will make a success in life.”