Brandon shrugged his shoulders.
"It is too expensive for a working boy," he said.
"I know of one working boy who would appreciate it. I suppose you don't call yourself a working boy."
"I am a gentleman's son," said Brandon, haughtily.
"And gentlemen's sons don't work, I presume."
"They don't work for a living."
"There are different ways of working; working with the brains, for instance."
"Of course I do that."
"And I, too."