"I got ninety in manual training when the other fellers only got seventy."
"I guess you're looking for another case like your father, sitting penniless around the house, tinkering on inventions up to the day he died."
"Pa never had the business push, Harry. You know yourself his churn was ready for the market before the Peerless beat him in on it."
"Well, your son is going to get the business push trained into him. No boy of mine with a poor daddy eats up four years of his life and my salary training to be a college sissy. That's for the rich men's sons. That's for the Clarence Ungers."
"I'll pay it back some day, pop; I—."
"They all say that."
"If it's the money, Harry, maybe I can—"
"If it didn't cost a cent, I wouldn't have it. Now cut it out—you hear?
Quick!"
Edwin Ross pushed back from the table, struggling and choking against impending tears. "Well, then, I—I—"
"And no shuffling of feet, neither!"