“He said that your father had written that you were going into the business later on.”
“Why, your dad and my folks and myself will be sort of partners later on, Ruth! Won’t that be great?”
“My dad thinks you are all going to make a lot of money,” went on the girl.
“We’ll sure hope to,” answered Jack. He was trying to catch her eyes, but Ruth was now looking down into the stream.
“Do you think you’ll like to be in Wall Street, Jack?”
“I don’t know why not.”
“Didn’t you used to think something of going into law or becoming a doctor—or something like that?”
“Oh, I used to think all sorts of things, Ruth, just like any other fellow. But somehow neither doctoring nor the law appeals to me. The folks have a real good business in Wall Street, and I think I might as well go in with them as not. Of course I sha’n’t spend all my time down there grubbing for money. I’m going to take an interest in our gold mine in the West, and our oil fields in the South, and I think between all of them I’ll have plenty to do.”
“If you travel South and travel West all the time you’ll not be at home very much,” was the girl’s comment. “I guess you don’t care much for society, Jack?”