March noon
In a city of two hundred thousand inhabitants , claimed -LRB- one hundred and seventy-five thousand allowed by a niggling and suspicious census -RRB- , this is all that the most needy of millionaires needs . It was all that Dr. Surtaine needed . He enjoyed his high satisfaction as a hard-earned increment . Something more than satisfaction beamed from his face this blustery March noon as he awaited the Worthington train at a small station an hour up the line . He fidgeted like an eager boy when the whistle sounded , and before the cars had fairly come to a stop he was up the steps of the sleeper and inside the door . There rose to meet him a tall , carefully dressed and pressed youth , whose exclamation was evenly apportioned between welcome and surprise . `` Dad ! ''