Still--how long has it been running ?" Arkwright's face showed only grave concern.
"Oh, come, let up, Arkwright," snapped Calderwell, striking his match alight with a vigorous jerk.

"I'll admit I haven't ever given any _special_ indication of an absorbing passion for work.

But what can you expect of a fellow born with a whole dozen silver spoons in his mouth?
And that's what I was, according to Bertram Henshaw.

According to him again, it's a wonder I ever tried to feed myself; and perhaps he's right--with my mouth already so full." "I should say so," laughed Arkwright.
"Well, be that as it may.

I'm going to feed myself, and I'm going to earn my feed, too.