Oh, _what_ a
chance!"
"But--but," objected Bob--"it means giving up the Service--after these
years--and all the wide interests--and the work----"
"You must take it," she swept him away, "and you must do it with all
your power and all the ability that is in you. You must devote yourself
to one idea--make money, make it pay!"
"This from you," said Bob sadly.
"Oh, I am so _glad_!" cried Amy. "Your father is a dear! it's the one
fear that has haunted me--lest some visionary incompetent should attempt
it, and should fail dismally, and all the great world of business should
visit our methods with the scorn due only his incompetence. It was our
great danger! And now it is no longer a danger! You can do it, Bob; you
have the knowledge and the ability and the energy--and you must have the
enthusiasm. Can't you see it? You _must!_"
She leaned over, her eyes shining with the excitement of her thought,
to shake him by both shoulders. The pan of peas promptly deluged him.
They both laughed.
"I'd never looked at it that way," Bob confessed.
"It's the only way to look at it."
"Why!" cried Bob, in the sudden illumination of a new idea.
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