You remember the bunch of horses I found by watching the magpies--the time we tied hay in canvas and took it up to them 'til they got strength enough to follow the trail I trampled in the snow?
I earned my board and more, every winter since I was ten.

So I don't believe I owe dad a cent, when it's all figured out.
"But you've done for me what money can't repay, mother.

I'll always be in debt to you--and I'll square it by being the kind of a man you've tried to teach me to be.

I will, mother.

Dad and the dollars are a different matter.