"Not in all this town, nor out of it, either.

It is not that, Judge Bigelow." "Then you don't fancy the law ?" "On the contrary, there is no other calling in life that presents to my mind any thing attractive," replied Henry, in a tone of despondency that did not escape the Judge.
"Well, if that is the case, why not keep on?
You are getting along bravely." "I must support myself, sir--must do something besides sitting here and reading law books." "Ah, yes, I see." The Judge spoke to himself, as if light had broken into his mind.

"Well, Henry," he added, looking at the young man, "what do you propose doing ?" "I have hands and health," was the reply.
"Something more than hands and health are required in this world.

What can you do ?" "I can work on a farm, if nothing better offers.

Or, may be, I can get a place in some store." "There's good stuff in the lad," said Judge Bigelow to himself.