What has he got to work for now?
Nothing, absolutely nothing.

He's merely keeping up appearances, and he'll never get anywhere in God's world until he finds out that it's a waste of time working for a living that's already provided for him." Thorpe was impressed by this quaint philosophy.

"Would you, in your wisdom, mind telling me just what you think George would be capable of doing in order to earn a living for two people instead of one ?" She looked at him in surprise.

"Why, isn't he big and strong and hasn't he a brain and a pair of hands?
What more can a man require in this little old age?
A big, strapping fellow doesn't have to sit down and say 'What in heaven's name am I to do with these things that God has given me ?' Doesn't a blacksmith earn enough for ten sometimes, and how about the carpenter, the joiner and the man who brings the ice?
Didn't I earn a living up to the time I burnt my fingers and had to be pensioned for dishonourable service?
It didn't take much strength or intelligence to demonstrate mustard, did it?
And you sit there and ask me what George is capable of doing! Why, he could do _anything_ if he had to." "You are really a very wonderful person," said he, with conviction.

"I believe you could have made a man of George if you'd had the chance." She looked down.