That's barter, and barter's commerce, old boy! it's all my father's fault; he will make a tradesman of me.

Dutiful behavior, isn't it, to be doing a bit of commerce already on my own account ?" "I'll tell you what, Zack," said Mr.Blyth, "I don't like the way you're going on in at all.

Your last letter made me very uneasy, I can promise you." "You can't be half as uneasy as I am," rejoined Zack.

"I'm jolly enough here, to be sure, because I can't help it somehow; but at home I'm the most miserable devil on the face of the earth.

My father baulks me in everything, and makes me turn hypocrite, and take him in, in all sorts of ways--which I hate myself for doing; and yet can't help doing, because he forces me to it.