“And back there too is Langdon. Mother, do you think I was a fool to leave him?”
“I don’t see what else you could do.”
“Only that a man has a right to fight for his own—giving and taking no quarter.”
“But she isn’t your own, Dick.”
“No,” he admitted, “that’s true. And yet she’s already so big a part of me—”
“Don’t worry, boy.”
“There’s one other thing I wanted to see you about. I ought to settle down now into some sort of definite work. I might get some sort of a teaching position, I suppose.”
“No,” she answered quickly. “There’s no need of that.”
“Well, there’s always the Acme.”
“Nor the Acme either,” she said decidedly.