If I don't, I may turn it over to my heirs: it's always an asset, worth something or other, of course.

We'll probably take it up some day, though, you and I." The sun persistently declined to rise on that day, and, as time went on, Adams saw that his rather timid urgings bored his employer, and he ceased to bring up the subject.

Lamb apparently forgot all about glue, but Adams discovered that unfortunately there was someone else who remembered it.
"It's really YOURS," she argued, that painful day when for the first time she suggested his using his knowledge for the benefit of himself and his family.

"Mr.Campbell might have had a right to part of it, but he died and didn't leave any kin, so it belongs to you." "Suppose J.A.Lamb hired me to saw some wood," Adams said.

"Would the sticks belong to me ?" "He hasn't got any right to take your invention and bury it," she protested.