And that, let me tell you, my dear boy, is going to be rather a difficult thing, for you see you are rather particular as to what you should and should not do to earn your living." Peter's wrinkles had now crept up his cheeks and were playing hide and seek with the twinkles in his eyes.

"Of course any kind of healthy work--such, for instance, as hauling a chain through a swamp, carrying a level, prospecting for oil, or copper, or gold--all very respectable occupations for some men--are quite impossible in your case.

But we will think it out and find something easier--something that won't soil your hands, and--" "Please don't, Mr.Grayson," interrupted Jack.

The boy had begun to see through the raillery now.

"I will do anything you want me to do." Peter burst into a laugh and grabbed him by both shoulders: "Of course, my dear boy, you will do anything except what you believe to be wrong.
That's right--right as can be; nobody wants you to do any different, and--" The opening of a door leading into the hall caused Peter to stop in his harangue and turn his head.