Italy was one thing. This was different.
"But - we are just getting on our feet!"
"Think it over!" said Clayton. "This is going to be a long war,
and an expensive one. We don't particularly want to profit by it,
do we?"
Graham flushed. He felt rather small and cheap, but with that there
was a growing admiration of his father. Suddenly he saw that this
man beside him was a big man, one to be proud of. For already he
knew the cost of the decision. He sat still, turning this new
angle of war over in his mind.
"I'd like to see some of your directors when you put that up to
them!"
Clayton nodded rather grimly. He did not anticipate a pleasant hour.
"How about mother?"
"I think we may take it for granted that she feels as we do."
Graham pondered that, too.
"What about the new place?"
"It's too soon to discuss that. We are obligated to do a certain
amount. Of course it would be wise to cut where we can."
Graham smiled.
"She'll raise the deuce of a row," was his comment.
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