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Tamawaca Folks
"Have n't you had about enough of this two-penny folly?" demanded his father, more harshly.
"Oh, I've discovered that I can earn my own living," said the boy, flushing.
"That is n't the point. I reared you with the expectation that you would be of some use to me when I grew old and feeble. That time has arrived. I need you to help look after the business. Look here: do you owe nothing to me?"
Jim examined the pattern on the rug.
"Just as much as I owe myself, sir. Surely not more."
"Then pay your obligation to me first, and you can do as you please afterward."
"All right. That's fair."
His mother, who sat beside him silently holding his hand, hugged him again, and even Mr. Everton seemed pleased by the frank answer.
