"I'm going to put my son's talent where I can see a future for it."
"He's ambitious, Harry."
"So'm I—to see my son trained to be something besides a looney inventor like his grandfather before him."
"It's all I want in life, Harry, to see my two boys of you happy."
"It's your woman-ideas I got to blame for this. I want you to stop, Millie, putting rich man's ideas in his head. You hear? I won't stand for it."
"Harry, if—if it's the money, maybe I could manage—"
"Yes—and scrimp and save and scrooge along without a laundress another four years, and do his washing and—"
"I—could fix the money part, Harry—easy."
He regarded her with his jaw dropped in the act of chewing.
"By Gad! where do you plant it?"