"It will come some day, my boy, and when it hits you, I think it's going to hit hard."
The handsome young head was poised on one side with a serious judicial expression:
"Yes, I think it will—but I guess my ideal's too high, though."
The father spoke with deep emotion:
"A man's ideal can't be too high, my boy!"
Tom didn't hear. His mind was busy with his ideal.
"But if I ever find her," he went on dreamily, "do you know what I'll want?"
"No."
"The strength of Samson!"
"What for?"