entered easily.

The old lawyer peered quizzically at me from behind his square-
boned spectacles.

"Oh," said he, "it's you, Master Quibble."

"The same, and your most obedient," I replied, letting myself fall
gracefully into a chair and crossing my legs.

"You want money, I suppose?" he continued, after a few minutes,
during which he inspected by get-up with some interest.

"Well," I commenced lightly, "the fact is I am rather pressed. I
thought if you could make me a small advance out of my grandfather's
legacy--"

"Legacy! What legacy?" he inquired.

"The legacy my grandfather left me."

"He left you no legacy," retorted the old gentleman. "Your
grandfather, to whom you were once so considerate as to refer in
my presence as a pig, left you no legacy. He directed that as long
as you seemed to deserve it I should spend a certain sum on your
maintenance and education."

"Gad!" I cried. "That puts me in a nice position!"

The old lawyer looked at me whimsically.

"My gay young man," he remarked finally, "the only position you
occupy is one into which you have deliberately walked yourself.
You come here in your fine clothes and your beaver hat and--excuse
me--your whiskers, and you are surprised that there is no money
forthcoming to pay your debts. Do not look astonished. I know
and have known for a long time of your debts. I have followed your
career with attention if not with edification. Even for the son
of a Baptist minister you have done pretty well. However, life is
life and everybody is not the same. I sha'n't judge you. I was
a bit of a dog myself, although I don't look it now. But I can
give you no more money for game-cocks and cigars. It is time for
you to start in and earn your own living--if you can. At the end
of the term I will give you fifty dollars and a ticket to New York,
or one hundred dollars and no ticket to anywhere. You will have
to kick out for yourself. So fine a fellow," he added, "ought not
to find it hard to get along. No doubt you could find some rich
girl to marry you and support you in idleness."

I flushed with anger and sprang to my feet.

"I did not come here to be insulted!" I cried furiously.

Old Mr. Toddleham chuckled apologetically.

"Tut, tut! No offence. You won't find earning your living such
an easy matter. Have you thought anything about what you'll do?"

"No," I answered, still indignant.

"How much do you owe?"

"About forty-eigh