"No, mother; you're always on time, like an express train."
"What sort of a day have you had, Paul? Did you sell much?"
"Yes, more than usual. How much do you think I made?"
"More than that. A dollar and seventy-five cents."
"That is very good indeed. It would take me a week to make as much as that by sewing."
"They pay mean wages for sewing, mother. I wouldn't slave at that kind of work."
"I shouldn't like to depend upon that kind of work altogether, but I can just as well earn something that way. I don't want you to support Grace and me in idleness."
"No danger of your being idle, mother. That doesn't come natural to you. Some time or other I hope to support you as a lady."
"I hope you will be prospered, Paul; but I shall never be willing to fold my hands and do nothing."