"'Cause you've plenty of money, an' own a car like this."
Randall laughed outright, although there was no mirth in his laughter.
"And so you think money makes a man happy, eh?'"
"It should. Why, ye kin buy what ye like."
"Look here, boy," and Randall's voice became more gentle than Eben had ever heard it. "Money won't buy happiness. It will provide one with many things, I acknowledge. But it won't buy the great things of life, and that is where it fails a man in his time of need. Do you think I am happy?"
"No, I guess yer not, sir, from what I've seen of ye."
"You're right, boy, you're right. I'm not happy, and I have money.
But, there, why am I talking this way to you?"
"Mebbe, I know," Eben replied. "Yer thinkin' of yer daughter, an' what she's done. Isn't that it?"
"It is. How can a man be happy when his only daughter has run away from home?"
"An' why did she run away, sir?"