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. And what were all these other things?
He looked for one item. "Uncle Jack? How about Rudbek?"
"Eh? You're sitting on it."
"Yes . . . but do I own it? Leda said I did."
"Well, yes. But it's entailed -- that means your great-great-grandfather decided that it should never be sold . . . so that there would always be a Rudbek at Rudbek."
"Oh."
"I thought you might enjoy looking over your properties. I've ordered a car set aside for you. Is that one we hopped here in satisfactory?"
"What? Goodness, yes!" Thorby blinked.
"Good. It was your mother's and I've been too sentimental to dispose of it. But it has had all latest improvements added. You might persuade Leda to hop with you; she is familiar with most of that list. Take some young friends along and make a picnic of it, as long as you like. We can find a congenial chaperone."
Thorby put the list down. "I probably will. Uncle Jack . . . presently. But I ought to get to work."
"Eh?"
"How long does it take to learn to be a lawyer here?"
Weemsby's face cleared. "I see. Lawyers' quaint notions of language can shock a man. It takes four or five years."
"It does?"
"The thing for you is two or three years at Harvard or some other good school of business."
"I need that?"
"Definitely."
"Unh . . . you know more about it than I do --"
"I should! By now."
"-- but couldn't I learn something about the business before I go to school? I haven't any idea what it is
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