It ought to give you more confidence in the thing than you ever had.

You needn't be afraid," he added, with some feeling, "that I talked Dryfoos into the thing for my own advantage." "Oh, my dear Fulkerson!" March protested, all the more fervently because he was really a little guilty.
"Well, of course not! I didn't mean you were.

But I just happened to tell him what I wanted to go into when I could see my way to it, and he caught on of his own accord.

The fact is," said Fulkerson, "I guess I'd better make a clean breast of it, now I'm at it, Dryfoos wanted to get something for that boy of his to do.

He's in railroads himself, and he's in mines and other things, and he keeps busy, and he can't bear to have his boy hanging round the house doing nothing, like as if he was a girl.
I told him that the great object of a rich man was to get his son into just that fix, but he couldn't seem to see it, and the boy hated it himself.