The Little Lady of The Big House by Jack London Chapter 5 Page 20

The guardians looked their dismay at one another.

“It’s ridiculous, impossible,” Mr. Crockett began. “You are as unreasonable as you were before you went away.”

“It’s my way, I guess,” Dick sighed. “The other disagreement was over my money. It was a hundred dollars I wanted then.”

“Think of our position, Dick,” Mr. Davidson urged. “As your guardians, how would it be looked upon if we gave you, a lad of sixteen, a free hand with money.”

“What’s the Freda worth, right now?” Dick demanded irrelevantly.

“Can sell for twenty thousand any time,” Mr. Crockett answered.