He sent a searching glance at her; he never was sure when that girl was
laughing. "Fiddle-sticks! For four months now I've been shopping
every day with you women, and you can't tell me prize-fights are
brutal."
Crawford applauded gently.
"By the way, Crawford, you know something about direct charity."
Killigrew threw back his rug and sat up. "I've got an idea. What's
the use of giving checks to hospitals and asylums and colleges, when
you don't know whether the cash goes right or wrong? I'm going to let
Molly here start a home-bureau to keep her from voting; a lump sum
every year to give away as she pleases. I'm strong for giving boys
college education. Smooths 'em out; gives them a start in life; that
is, if they are worth anything at the beginning. Like this: back the
boy and screw up his honor and interest by telling him that you expect
to be paid back when the time comes. There's no better charity in the
world than making a man of a boy, making him want to stand on his own
feet, independent. When you help inefficient people, you throw your
money away.
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