"I’m going to make my début at Aeolian Hall,” ex- plained Dorothy, “on the second Saturday in October.”
“Great!” exclaimed Arnold. “You can bet I'll be there.”
He placed a blanket over Dorothy and started the car.
“What I wanted to tell you,” he said, as they cut through Eighty-eighth Street to Riverside Drive, “is that I’m going in for myself.”
“How wonderful!”
“Well, I had to do it. You can’t get anywhere working on a salary, although I got a lot of raises down there this year. A lot of men would be satisfied to keep on going for what I’ve been getting, but that’s not my way. I’m looking ahead. I want to have an income big enough so I can do—well, anything. So I quit today.”
He noted Dorothy’s startled look with pleasure.
“Yes, I quit today,” he repeated. “Mr. Goldberg— that’s the president of the firm, you know—said, ‘T don’t like to see you doing this,’ and I said, ‘I know, Mr. Goldberg, but I’m thinking about the future.’ ‘Arnold, my boy,’ he said, ‘you’ve got a great future here. You know that.” ‘I do, Mr. Goldberg,’ I said, ‘but I want to branch out for myself. You'd do the same thing, too, if you were in my place.’ Well, he talked a little more, but he saw the way I felt about it, so he said all right, he wouldn’t stand in my way. ‘Arnold,’ he said, ‘I wish you all the luck in the world. ‘And don’t forget this,’ he said, “if you ever feel like coming back, there’ll be room for you right here.’ Well, I was sorry to leave, but I couldn’t stay there all my life, so I left.”
He made a sudden turn to avoid a bus.
“Well, what I’m going to do now,” he went on, “is be a bond-trader. That’s where the big money is on the Street. It takes a little nerve, but it’s a sure thing if you know the ropes, and I guess I know the ropes about as well as
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