Explore "The Prodigal Parents" by Sinclair Lewis on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
No doubt Sara and Eugene Silga didn't deserve any particular credit for it.
Their office was one stingy room on the third floor of the Stiggis Building, between a photographer of riotous babies and the agency for a platinum mine. They had nothing but two kitchen tables, four kitchen chairs, a wire basket filled with bills, a pile of rival radical magazines which damned one another for luke-warmness in revolution, one window--dirty; and a telephone--in arrears, but no doubt they enjoyed it more than a plush and walnut office with respectful attendants. You can feel more heroic in shirt-sleeves than in ermine.