The Real Adventure by Henry Kitchell Webster
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they're equally puzzled about me when I refuse a profitable piece of law
work they've offered me, because I don't consider it interesting. All the same, I get what I want, and I'm pretty dubious sometimes whether they do. I want space--comfortable elbow room, so that if I happen to get an idea by the tail, I can swing it around my head without knocking over the lamp." "It's a luxury though, Rod, that kind of spaciousness, and you aren't very rich. If you married a girl without anything ..." He broke in on her with that big laugh of his. "You've kept your sense of humor pretty well, sis, considering you've been married all these years to a man as rich as Martin, but don't spring remarks like that, or I'll think you've lost it. If a man can't keep an open space around him, even after he's married, on an income, outside of what he can earn, of ten or twelve thousand dollars a year, the trouble isn't with his income. It's with the content of his own skull." She gave a little shiver and snuggled closer into a big down pillow. "You will marry somebody, though, won't you, Roddy? I'll try not to nag at you and I won't make any more silly plans, but I can't help worrying about you, living alone in that awful big old house. Anybody but you would die of despondency." "Oh," he said, "that's what I meant to talk to you about! I sold it to-day--fifty thousand dollars--immediate possession. Man wants to build a printing establishment there. You come down sometime next week and pick out all the things you think you and Harriet would like to keep, and I'll auction off the rest." |
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