"I've had valets and carriages and luxuries all my life," said Fitz. "I think I like them. But I don't know—do I? I've never tried the other thing. I'm sure I don't want to be an underpaid clerk always. But I am sure I want to try it on for a while."
"I was planning," said his father, "to take a car and run about the country with you and show you all the different enterprises that I'm interested in. I thought you'd make a choice, find something you liked, and go into it for a starter. If you're any good you can go pretty far with me pulling for you. You don't like that idea?"
"Not for now," said Fitz. "I like mine better."
"Do you want to live on what you earn?"
"If I can stand it."
"You'll be started with ten dollars a week, say. Can you do it?"
"What did grandpa start on?" asked Fitz.
"His board, two suits of clothes, and twenty-four dollars a year," said
William senior with a proud ring in his voice.
"And you?"
"I began at the bottom, too. That was the old-fashioned idea. Father was rich then. But he wanted me to show that I was some good."