What more can I do than I am now doing?
I have tried in every way to break his stubborn will, but all is of no avail." While Mr.Howland mused thus, Andrew, oppressed by the sphere of his father's house, was passing out at the street door, although expressly forbidden to go away from home after his return from school.

For some time he stood leaning against the railing, with a pressure of unhappiness on his heart.

While standing thus, a lad who was passing by said to him-- "Come, Andy! there's a company of soldiers around in the Square.
Hark! Don't you hear the music?
Come! I'm going." This was a strong temptation, for Andrew loved music and was fond of sight-seeing.

It would be useless, he knew, to ask the permission of his father, who usually said "No," to almost every request for a little liberty or privilege.

Especially at the present moment would the request of this kind be useless.
"Come, Andy! come!" urged the boy, for Andrew, restraining the first impulse to bound away at the word soldiers, was debating the question whether to go or not.
Just then the air thrilled with a wave of music, and Andrew, unable longer to control himself, sprung away with his companion.