It gives you a chance to read law and to be associated with a man who is in a position to be of great service to you." "Well, to tell the truth, sir, I have had doubts.

Bassett stands for some things I don't approve of--his kind of politics, I mean." "Oh! He doesn't quite square with your ideals, is that it ?" "I suppose that is it, Mr.Fitch." The humor kindled in the little man's brown eyes, and his fingers played with his whitening red beard.
"Just how strong are those ideals of yours, Mr.Harwood ?" "They're pretty strong, I hope, sir." Fitch dropped his feet from the desk, opened a drawer, and drew out a long envelope.
"It may amuse you to know that this is the sketch of Bassett you printed in the 'Courier' last fall.

I didn't know before that you wrote it.

No wonder it tickled him.

And--er--some of it is true.