"—You shan't have one penny of your father's life insurance! Not one!
I'll leave every cent of it to Wallace!"
Again Sue smiled. "Ah, you're independent of me, aren't you?"
"Quite—thank Providence!"
"No. Thank me. All these years you've had that insurance money out earning interest. You haven't had to use any of it, or even any of its earnings——"
"It has grown, I'm happy to say."
"Until you have plenty. Meanwhile, I've paid all of your expenses, and educated my brother. Now—you can dispense with—your meal-ticket."
"Meal-ticket!" It was not the implied charge, but the slang, that shocked.
"Yes, meal-ticket."
"So you throw it up! You've been supporting me! And helping Wallace!"
"I've been glad to. Every hour at my machine has been a happy one.
I've never begrudged what I've done."