"For lying and cheating?"
"For saving and managing and turning his means to the best account. He
has plenty to do with his money. You're an expensive family."
"Yes, I'm very expensive," Morgan concurred in a manner that made his
preceptor burst out laughing.
"He's saving for _you_," said Pemberton. "They think of you in
everything they do."
"He might, while he's about it, save a little--" The boy paused, and his
friend waited to hear what. Then Morgan brought out oddly: "A little
reputation."
"Oh there's plenty of that. That's all right!"
"Enough of it for the people they know, no doubt. The people they know
are awful."
"Do you mean the princes? We mustn't abuse the princes."
"Why not? They haven't married Paula--they haven't married Amy. They
only clean out Ulick."
"You _do_ know everything!" Pemberton declared.
"No, I don't, after all. I don't know what they live on, or how they
live, or _why_ they live! What have they got and how did they get it?
Are they rich, are they poor, or have they a modeste aisance? Why are
they always chiveying me about--living one year like ambassadors and the
next like paupers? Who are they, any way, and what are they? I've
thought of all that--I've thought of a lot of things.
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