"Now, Dick, I want you to listen to me.

I'm going to see you through an agricultural college and you're not going to tell me I can't afford it.

I know it already.

But I've four thousand a year and that's so far off from what I need to live in my way--that a thousand or so one way or the other wouldn't make any more difference than a snowflake in hell.

I owe you something anyway--God knows!--for supplying the model that sent you to perdition.