You know I'm not workin' yet, an' until I do work the only hope of this family is in the little bit of money I've got in my pocket." "Well," said Tom, thrusting out his lower lip, slouching across the room, and returning again, "I don't think a quarter's enough to trouble anybody's mind about what'll happen to his family afterwards.

I've heard a good deal from the mother about you bein' converted, and changin' into a different sort of a man, but I don't think much of any kind of converted dad that don't care enough for his boy to give him a quarter to go to a ball game." "Food before fun, Tom," said the father, resolutely closing his hand upon such remaining silver as he had, and then thrusting the fistful into his pocket,--"food before fun.

Ball isn't business to this family just now, an' money means business ev'ry time.

When I was away an' couldn't help it, things mebbe didn't go as they ort to have gone, but now that I'm back again, there shan't be any trouble if I know how to stand in the way of it." This expression of principle and opinion did not seem to impress favorably the eldest male member of the second generation.

Master Tom thrust out his lower lip again, glared at his father, took his hat, and abruptly departed.