"He'll live to see the day he's got to give you credit for being the first to see money in 'Pan-America.'"
"Credit? Huh! to hear him tell it, he was born with that idea in his bullet head."
"I'd like to hear him say it to me, if ever I lay eyes on him, that it wasn't you who begged him to get into it."
"I'll show 'em some day in that office that I can pick the winners for myself, as well as for the other fellow. Believe me, Unger hasn't raised me to fifty a week for my fancy bookkeeping, and he knows it, and, what's more, he knows I know he knows it."
"The fellers that are goin' to college next term have to register for the
High School College Society, pop—dollar dues."
"Well, you aren't going to college, and that's where you and I save a hundred cents on the dollar. Little more gravy, mother."
The muscles of Edwin's face relaxed, his mouth dropping to a pout, the crude features quivering.
"Aw, pop, a feller nowadays without a college education don't stand a show."
"He don't, don't he? I know one who will."
Edwin threw a quivering glance to his mother and gulped through a constricted throat.