"We don't have really rich men in a place like Harmony," he concluded.

"You have to go to the city for that." "You've got everything you want, haven't you ?" Mr.Dassonville looked over at his wife, and the smile bloomed again; he smiled quietly to himself as he admitted it.

"Yes, I've got everything I want." They were quiet, all of them, for a little while, with Peter turning his hat over in his hands and Mr.Dassonville laying the tips of his fingers together before him, resting his elbows on the arms of the chair.
"I wish," said Peter at last, "you would tell me how you did it." "How I got more money than my neighbours?
Well, I wasn't born with it." This was distinctly encouraging.

Neither was Peter.
"No two men, I suppose, make money in the same way," went on the man who had, "but there are three or four things to be observed by all of them.
In the first place one must be very hard-working." "Yes," said Peter.
"And one must never lose sight of the object worked for.

Not"-- as if he had followed the boy's inward drop of dismay--"that a man should think of nothing but getting money.