Why, for that fine boy's sake you ought not to lose so certain an occasion of wealth, I may say, untold.

For observe, you will form a nursery of crabs; each year you go on grafting and enlarging your plantation, renting,--nay, why not buying, more land?
Gad, sir! in twenty years you might cover half the county; but say you stop short at 2,000 acres, why the net profit is L90,000 a-year.

A duke's income,--a duke's; and going a-begging, as I may say." "But stop," said I, modestly; "the trees don't grow in a year.

I know when our last apple-tree was planted--it is five years ago--it was then three years old, and it only bore one half-bushel last autumn." "What an intelligent lad it is! Good head there.

Oh, he'll do credit to his great fortune, brother," said Uncle Jack, approvingly.