What can I do for you ?' "'I closed the cab door for you,' I answered.

'According to common custom you might give me a dime.' "'Bother that!' he snorted.

'I mean something substantial.' "He was certainly serious--a twinge of ossified conscience or something; and so I considered with grave deliberation for a moment.
"His face was quite expectant when I began my answer, but you should have seen it when I finished.
"'You might give me back my home,' I said, 'and my stock in the Sierra Mills.'" Father paused.
"What did he say ?" I questioned eagerly.
"What could he say?
He said nothing.

But I said.

'I hope you are happy.' He looked at me curiously.