It was--er--I might say, mother, that it was suggested to me." "Suggested?
I do not understand." "If you will permit the use of so inelegant an expression, I was 'fired.'" "Fired ?" "Yes.

The foreman intimated--I won't repeat his language, mother, but the muscles stood out on his profanity in regular knots--he intimated, in a way that left no doubt as to his meaning, that I was not quite up to the nine per week standard.

I'll be honest with you and admit that I didn't lean against the pay-shed and weep.

I still wanted to work, but I decided that I didn't want to start life at its pick-and-shovel end--if I could help it.

So here I am, mother, asking you to give me a little real education--say as a mining engineer, or something like that." Mrs.De Peyster was trembling with indignation.
"J--a--c--k D--e P--e--y--s--t--e--r!" again a letter at a time.
"J--a--c--k D--e P--e--y--s--t--e--r! I'm astounded at you!" "I thought you might be--a little," he admitted.
"I think you might have some consideration for me! And my position!" "I suppose it is rather selfish of me to want to earn my own living.
But you don't know what dreary hard work being a gentleman becomes." "I won't have it!" cried Mrs.De Peyster wrathfully.