Beginning with the White Mouse he would add magazine after magazine to his growing list of patrons.

Hack-work could be put aside.

For that matter, it had been wasted time, for it had not brought him a dollar.

He would devote himself to work, good work, and he would pour out the best that was in him.

He wished Ruth was there to share in his joy, and when he went over the letters left lying on his bed, he found one from her.