I have given you things, and seen you throw them away, that I would have crawled on my knees from my old home to this office to get when I was a boy.

And I thought you were going to be my pride and my stay and my reward.

And you said you were doing it, and your mother and I had staked our hearts on you.

And all the time you were running away and lying to me and to her, and not doing one honest lick of work." The young man interrupted him.

"That is not so," he said surlily.
His father pulled out a drawer and took from it a letter.