"You don't mean that, do you?
Don't you believe in a man's knowing how to earn his salt, no matter how much money his father's got?
Hasn't the business of this world got to be carried on by everybody in it?
Are we going to lay back on what we've got and see other fellows get ahead of us?
If we've got big things already, isn't it every man's business to go ahead and make 'em bigger?
Isn't it his duty?
Don't we always want to get bigger and bigger ?" "Ye-es--I don't know.

But I feel rather sorry for your brother.

He looked so lonely--and sick." "He's gettin' better every day," Jim said.

"Dr.Gurney says so.

There's nothing much the matter with him, really--it's nine-tenths imaginary.
'Nerves'! People that are willing to be busy don't have nervous diseases, because they don't have time to imagine 'em." "You mean his trouble is really mental ?" "Oh, he's not a lunatic," said Jim.