_Jessie (rushing to him)._ Jack, I can't let you go!

_Jack._ Don't touch me, Jessie. You'll ruin your dress.

_Bob._ Let her kiss you, Jack. She'll be the last girl that offers
for some time.

_Jack (to Jessie)._ Be sensible, dear. I won't let any harm come to
me.

_Bob._ Get one of the fast freights, Jack.

_Jack._ No freights in mine--New York will do. There's some money
still lying around in this old town, I've an idea.

_Dad (sarcastically)._ He'll be king of the shoe-string
peddlers--the walking delegate of the Hobos' Union!

_Jack._ You may laugh, Dad, but I know I'm not such a fool as I
seem. Maybe it'll take me more than six months, but I think I can
convince you in the end that I can make my way.

_Dad._ Maybe you'll not want the quarter of a million at all!

_Jack._ Oh, an extra quarter of a million would always come in
handy. But we'll settle that when I return, Dad. For the present,
I've got the world to conquer.

_Bob._ Bow down, world!