A strong impression was made on me by Mrs.Waddy's saying, 'Here, Master Harry, your own papa will come for you; and you may be sure he will, for I have his word he will, and he's not one to break it, unless his country's against him; and for his darling boy he'd march against cannons.

So here you'll sit and wait for him, won't you ?' I sat down immediately, looking up.

Mrs.Waddy and Mrs.Thresher raised their hands.

I had given them some extraordinary proof of my love for my father.

The impression I received was, that sitting was the thing to conjure him to me.
'Where his heart's not concerned,' Mrs.Waddy remarked of me flatteringly, 'he's shrewd as a little schoolmaster.' 'He've a bird's-nesting eye,' said Mrs.Thresher, whose face I was studying.
John Thresher wagered I would be a man before either of them reached that goal.