My daughter has written me a pretty strong recommendation of you. If you come to Chicago as soon as you graduate, I’ll give you some sort of a job. My secretary would put it more cautiously, but I am writing this letter myself.
Yours truly,
Asher Ferry.
“Jimmy, this means that she cares for you.”
“It means,” said Jimmy slowly, “that she doesn’t. She doesn’t want me bothering her next year.”
“My dear. Gratia looks to the future. She wants her father to know you, and I want you to go.”
“You will be lonely.”
Her thin lips closed tightly, and her thin ruddy cheeks looked squarer.
“It is not of the slightest importance whether I am lonely or not. All I ask is that you will not reproach me with managing.”
“You’re a dead game sport, mother, but if you will gamble, you must expect to lose.”