P. G. Wodehouse

“ Pett offered a word of consolation.
"Maybe you'll be able to run over for the World's Series?"
Mr. Crocker's face cleared.
"That's true."
"And I'll cable you the scores every day, dad," said Jimmy.
Mrs. Crocker looked at him with a touch of disapproval clouding the happiness of her face.
"Are you staying over here, James? There is no reason why you should not come back, too. If you make up your mind to change your habits—"
"I have made up my mind to change them. But I'm going to do it in New York. Mr. Pett is going to give me a job in his office. ”

“ Pett yapped with rapture. He was experiencing something of the emotion of the preacher at the camp-meeting who sees the Sinners' Bench filling up. To have secured Willie Partridge, whom he intended to lead gradually into the realms of high finance by way of envelope-addressing, was much. But that Jimmy, with a choice in the matter, should have chosen the office filled him with such content that he only just stopped himself from dancing on his bad foot.
"Don't worry about me, dad. I shall do wonders. It's quite easy to make a large fortune. ”

“ We shall have to go back by the next boat, dear. People are beginning to wonder where you are. I've told them that you are taking a rest in the country. But they will suspect something if you don't come back at once. ”