"I - I'm wondering, Minerva," he began slowly. "Tell me again about that nephew of yours."
She was surprised, but hid it. "John Quincy?" she said. "He's just the usual thing, for Boston. Conventional. His whole life has been planned for him, from the cradle to the grave. So far he's walked the line. The inevitable preparatory school, Harvard, the proper clubs, the family banking house - even gone and got himself engaged to the very girl his mother would have picked for him. There have been times when I hoped he might kick over - the war - but no, he came back and got meekly into the old rut."
"Then he's reliable - steady?"
Miss Minerva smiled. "Dan, compared with that boy, Gibraltar wobbles occasionally."
(from The House Without a Key, by Earl Derr Biggers)
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