She took his hand and said simply, "We are glad to welcome the prodigal to his home again." "I remind myself more of the fatted calf." His first self-consciousness had gone.
"I thought of that, but I didn't dare say it," she laughed.

"One must be respectful to rich relatives." "Hang your rich relatives, Peggy; if I thought that this money would make any difference I would give it up this minute." "Nonsense, Monty," she said.

"How could it make a difference?
But you must admit it is rather startling.

The friend of our youth leaves his humble dwelling Saturday night with his salary drawn for two weeks ahead.

He returns the following Thursday a dazzling millionaire." "I'm glad I've begun to dazzle, anyway.