"Yes, I shall. It has been great fun; but it has been a good deal of care."
"You're going to Harvard, I hear."
"Yes, sir. Harvard was Dad's college, and it's going to be mine."
"I haven't much use for colleges," growled Mr. Carter. "They turn out nothing but a grist of extravagant snobs. I never went to college myself and I have contrived to pull along and make my pile, thanks to nobody. I've a big half mind to have Melville do the same. But his mother wants him to go, and I suppose I shall have to give in and let him. It will be interesting to see what he gets out of it."
Paul did not answer. He did not just know what reply to make.
"So you're set on college."
"Yes, sir, I am."
"What's your idea?"
"To know something."
The man's thin lips curled into a smile.