The fight we had with the city council for _that_...!" He waved his arm again toward the well-parked river front.

"Ever since I sold your farm for you and you began putting your money into the business, we've walked right along with it.

Even before you left Siegel Brothers and we used to sit up nights with the map, planning where to put our money like a checker-board, we saw things like this for the town, and now we've made 'em true.

And you say we've done nothing!" The senior partner was touched a little in his tenderest susceptibilities.
"Oh, well," Peter admitted with a shamed laugh, "I suppose man is an incurable egotist.

I was thinking of something more personal, something _mine_, the way a book or a picture belongs to the man who makes it." "The game isn't over yet," Lessing reminded him, with a glance at the unfolding bud which Clarice had sent as a symbol of the opening year; "you're only forty.