Your money bought the very clothes I stand in. You gave me the means
to buy the _Merry Andrew_. I realize that nothing I have called my own
actually belongs to me because I did not earn it----"
"As long as you are amenable to discipline," put in his father
gloomily, "you need not feel this way."
"But I do feel it now," said Lawford simply. "You have made me. And,
as I say, I'll need to live, I suppose, till I get going for myself."
His father winced again. Then suddenly burst out:
"D'you think for a minute that that society girl will stand for your
getting a job and trying to support her on your wages?"
"She will if she loves me."
"You poor ninny!" burst out I. Tapp. "You've got about as much idea of
women as you have of business. And where are you going to work?"
"Well," and Lawford smiled a little whimsically, serious though the
discussion was, "I've always felt a leaning toward the candy business.
I believe I have a natural adaptability for that. Couldn't I find a
job in one of your factories, dad?"
"You'll get no leg-up from me, unless you show you're worthy of it.
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