It's present value is not quite nine a week." "You mean ?" "I mean," he said pleasantly, "I've been at work." "At work!" Mrs.De Peyster slowly rose and looked down at him with staring, loose-fallen face.
"At work!" she gasped again.

"At work!" "Yes, mother.

At work." "But--but that skidding automobile?
Those hands ?" "Blisters, mother dear.

Most horrible blisters." "You've worked--you've worked--at what ?" "Well, you see, mother, if I could have knocked out a home run, say a job as a railroad president, when I stepped up to the plate in the first inning, I suppose I wouldn't have backed away from the chance.
But I wanted to find my real value, so I wore cheap clothes and kept clear of my friends.

'What could I do ?' every one asked me.