He had spent a month in Glasgow, when the whole place was astir with the ferment of many great inventions, and another month in Edinburgh, when that noble city was aglow with the dawn of large ideas; also, he had visited London, foremost of his family, and seen enough new things there to fill all Yorkshire with surprise; and the result of such wide experience was that he did not like hard work at all.

Neither could he even be content to accept and enjoy, without labor of his own, the many good things provided for him.

He was always trying to discover something which never seemed to answer, and continually flying after something new, of which he never got fast hold.

In a word, he was spoiled, by nature first, and then by circumstances, for the peaceful life of his ancestors, and the unacknowledged blessings of a farmer.
"Willie dear, will you come with me ?" Mary said to him that day, catching him as he ran down stairs to air some inspiration.

"Will you come with me for just one hour?
I wish you would; and I would be so thankful." "Child, it is quite impossible," he answered, with a frown which set off his delicate eyebrows and high but rather narrow forehead; "you always want me at the very moment when I have the most important work in hand.
Any childish whim of yours matters more than hours and hours of hard labor." "Oh, Willie, but you know how I try to help you, and all the patterns I cut out last week! Do come for once, Willie; if you refuse, you will never, never forgive yourself." Willie Anerley was as good-natured as any self-indulged youth can be; he loved his sister in his way, and was indebted to her for getting out of a great many little scrapes.