The
position I want to make clear is this: I don't admit that because I work
for you I belong to a lower order of the human family than you do, and I
don't admit that, aside from the giving of faithful service, I am under
any obligation to you. I give you my labor, worth so much; you pay me;
we're square. If we can accept that as an understanding I'm ready to
begin work now; if not, I'm going out to look for another job."

"I think we can accept that as a working basis," he agreed.

She produced notebook and pencil. "Very well, SIR. Do you wish to
dictate?"

The selection of a place to call home was a matter demanding Grant's
early attention. He discussed it with Mr. Jones.

"Of course you will take memberships in some of the better clubs," the
lawyer had suggested. "It's the best home life there is. That is why it
is not to be recommended to married men; it has a tendency to break up
the domestic circle."

"But it will cost more than I can afford."

"Nonsense! You could buy out one of their clubs, holus-bolus, if you
wanted to."

"You don't quite get me," said Grant. "If I used the money which was
left by my father, or the income from the business, no doubt I could
do as you say. But I feel that that money isn't really mine. You see, I
never earned it, and I don't see how a person can, morally, spend money
that he did not earn."

"Then there are a great many immoral people in the world," the lawyer
observed, dryly.

"I am disposed to agree with you," said Grant, somewhat pointedly. "But
I don't intend that they shall set my standards."

"You have your salary. That comes under the head of earnings, if you are
finnicky about the profits. What do you propose to pay yourself?"

"I have been thinking about that. On the ranch I got a hundred dollars a
month, and board."

"Well, your father got twenty thousand a year, and Roy half that, and if
they wanted more they charged it up as expenses."

"Considering the cost of board here, I think I would be justified in
taking two hundred dollars a month," Grant continued.

Jones got up and took the young man by the shoulders. "Look here, Grant,
you're not taking yourself seriously. I don't want to assail your pet
theories--you'll grow out of them in time--but you hired me to give you
advice, and right here I advise you not to make a fool of yourself. You
are now in a big position; you're a big man, and you've got to live in
a big way. If for nothing else than to ho