He bent his head and fixed his lowered eyes upon the toe of his shoe, which he moved to and fro upon the rug, like a culprit called to the desk in school.
"What would you do?
Loaf ?" "No, sir." Bibbs's voice was almost inaudible, and what little sound it made was unquestionably a guilty sound.

"I suppose I'd--I'd--" "Well ?" "I suppose I'd try to--to write." "Write what ?" "Nothing important--just poems and essays, perhaps." "That all ?" "Yes, sir." "I see," said his father, breathing quickly with the restraint he was putting upon himself.

"That is, you want to write, but you don't want to write anything of any account." "You think--" Sheridan got up again.

"I take my hat off to the man that can write a good ad," he said, emphatically.

"The best writin' talent in this country is right spang in the ad business to-day.