There is no come-easy-go-easy in this world.

I've learned that much of the scheme of things." "You mean that I've got to pay as I go, or Providence will keep books on me and foreclose ?" asked John, as he stood patting the roll of bills in his trousers pocket.
"That's the idea, son," smiled the elder man.
The younger man put his hand to his chin and grinned.

"I suppose," he replied, "that's why so many men keep the title to their religious proclivities in their wife's name." He went out gayly, and the elder man heard the boyish limp almost tripping down the stairs.

Ward walked to the window, straightening his white tie, and stood looking into the street at the young man shaking hands and bowing and raising his hat as he went.

Ward's hair was graying at the temples, and his thin smooth face was that of a man who spends many hours considering many things, and he sighed as he saw John turn a corner and disappear.
"No, Lucy, that's not it exactly," said the general that afternoon, as he brought the sprinkler full of water to the flower bed for the eighth time, and picketed little Harriet Beecher Ward out of the watermelon patch, and wheeled the baby's buggy to the four-o'clocks, where Mrs.Ward was working.