He frowned in answer. "We didn't need so much, so far as that goes. Books are not everything. There's plenty of college men who don't amount to anything."
"I didn't so much mean books. But you see, John, we've lived rather carelessly. We've not been very conventional, we don't know very many people, and—maybe—we don't know much how things are done, you see. Now suppose we were giving a dinner, and you had to take out the guest of honor—"
"Nonsense! I reckon any guest'd feel honored enough to come to my house. I'm not worrying about that. Cash in the bank is the main thing for the guest of honor. As for the girl, she'll have as much education as we had, and that's enough."
"But I want her to be a lady, John."
"Can't she be?"
"I'll want her to marry well, John."
"Won't she? If she has money, can't she?"
"But I want her to be prized for herself, for what she is."
"She'll be our daughter, and won't that be enough?"
"But herself!"