You understand; the money is for your old age." "Let me tell you why a newspaper man is improvident.

He earns money only to spend it.

He has a fine scorn for money as money.

He cares more for what a dollar spent has bought than what five saved might buy." "Poor creditors!" was the melancholy interpolation.
I passed over this, and went on: "It is the work which absorbs his whole attention.

He begins at the bottom of the ladder, which is in the garret.