"Yes, in the manner in which you acted. Your father wouldn't have
lost his temper and called people names. Gentlemen, my dear boy,
don't do that sort of thing. They make up their minds about what
they want to do and then do it quietly, and, let me say, with a
certain amount of courtesy."
"Then, what must I do?" All the fight was out of the lad now.
"Why, go back to your desk in the office and your very delightful
suite of rooms at your uncle's. Tell him you are sorry you let
your feelings get the best of you; then, when you have entirely
quieted down, you and I will put our heads together and see what
can be done to improve matters. And that, let me tell you, my dear
boy, is going to be rather a difficult thing, for you see you are
rather particular as to what you should and should not do to earn
your living." Peter's wrinkles had now crept up his cheeks and
were playing hide and seek with the twinkles in his eyes. "Of
course any kind of healthy work--such, for instance, as hauling a
chain through a swamp, carrying a level, prospecting for oil, or
copper, or gold--all very respectable occupations for some men--
are quite impossible in your case.
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