chair；　hands　up　to　his　chin；　somewhat　staring　at　me。　It　was　like　he　was　studying　me。

〃Not　bad；〃　he　said。　〃In　less　than　a　month；　you　sound　like　most　of　my　employees。〃

〃What？〃　I　asked。　Not　understanding　what　he　was　saying；　I　continued　with　my　grievance。　〃I　thought　you　were　going　to　keep　your　end　of　the　bargain　and　teach　me。　Instead　you　want　to　torture　me？　That's　cruel。　That's　really　cruel。〃

〃I　am　teaching　you；〃　rich　dad　said　quietly。

〃What　have　you　taught　me？　Nothing！〃　I　said　angrily。　〃You　haven't　even　talked　to　me　once　since　I　agreed　to　work　for　peanuts。　Ten　cents　an　hour。　Hah！　I　should　notify　the　government　about　you。

We　have　child　labor　laws；　you　know。　My　dad　works　for　the　government；　you　know。〃

〃Wow！〃　said　rich　dad。　〃Now　you　sound　just　like　most　of　the　people　who　used　to　work　for　me。　People　I've　either　fired　or　they've　quit。〃

〃So　what　do　you　have　to　say？〃　I　demanded；　feeling　pretty　brave　for　a　little　kid。　〃You　lied　to　me。　I've　worked　for　you；　and　you　have　not　kept　your　word。　You　haven't　taught　me　anything。〃

〃How　do　you　know　that　I've　not　taught　you　anything？〃　asked　rich　dad　calmly。

〃Well；　you've　never　talked　to　me。　I've　worked　for　three　weeks；　and　you　have　not　taught　me　anything；〃　I　said　with　a　pout。

〃Does　teaching　mean　talking　or　a　lecture？〃　rich　dad　asked。

〃Well；　yes；〃　I　replied。

〃That's　how　they　teach　you　in　school；〃　he　said　smiling。　〃But　that　is　not　how　life　teaches　you；　and　I　would　say