Here he washed his face and hands.
"Say, papa," he said to his father, later, "you know that squid ?" "Yes." "Well, he's dead.

The lobster got him." His father continued reading.

"Well, that's too bad," he said, indifferently.
But for days and weeks Frank thought of this and of the life he was tossed into, for he was already pondering on what he should be in this world, and how he should get along.

From seeing his father count money, he was sure that he would like banking; and Third Street, where his father's office was, seemed to him the cleanest, most fascinating street in the world..