So I went after him for you, Florry, and you're
going to get him; so don't cry about it."
"Life is so filled with disappointments," Florry sobbed,
notwithstanding this was the first she had ever known.
Cappy smiled a still small smile as he bent over her.
"Fiddlesticks!" he replied. "Only the day before yesterday Matt told
me he didn't want to work for me; that he didn't want a relative
handing him any favors; and that he wasn't marrying you to ease
himself into a soft job for life. He said he wanted to make the fight
himself. And do you know, Florry, if he had been my own boy I
couldn't have been prouder of him than when he told me that! When old
What-you-may-call-him in Shakespeare's play said: 'Let me have men
about me that are fat,' it showed how blamed little Shakespeare knew
about men. He should have said: 'Let me have men about me who are
long and tough, and fairly thick in the middle; let me have scrappy
boys about me with backbone!'
"Well, in a way, Florry, I was disappointed, and perhaps, in the heat
of the moment, I showed it, as I have a habit of doing; but after Matt
had left the office, and I got to thinking it over, away down low I
was proud of him. Consequently when he reversed his decision
yesterday I knew why, for I lived twenty-five years with your mother.
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