all right with him. You know that!"

"I'd hate to think it. But I'll never be rich. Put that out of your mind,
Emmy. It don't run in the blood. I don't come of a money-making breed."

"What a silly thing to say! Of course, if you don't believe you can, you
can't. Who has made the money here for the last ten years?"

"It was his capital done it. It ain't hard to make money after you've
scraped the first few thousands together. But it's the first thousand that
costs."

"How much have you got ahead?"

Adam answered awkwardly, "Eleven hundred and sixty odd." He did not like
to talk of money to the girl who was the prayer, the inspiration, of his
life. It hurt him to be questioned by her in this sordid way.

"You earned it all, didn't you?"

"I've took no risks. Here was my home. He give me the chance and he showed
me how. And--he's your father. I don't like to talk about his money, nor
about my own, to you."

"Oh, you are good, good! Nobody knows! But it's all wasted if you haven't
got any push--anything inside of yourself that makes people know what you
are. I wish I could put into you some of my _fury_ that I feel when things
get in my way! You have held yourself in too long. You can't--_can't_ love
a girl, and be so careful--like a mother. Don't you understand?"