Yes, the minister was going--would look out at Manchester for an opening for David, in the bookselling trade by preference, and would write at once.

But Davy must not leave a quarrel behind him.

He must, if possible, get his uncle's consent, which Mr.Ancrum thought would be given.
'I'm willing to lend you a hand, Davy,' he had said, 'for you're on the way to no trade but loafing as you are now; but square it with Grieve.

You can, if you don't shirk the trouble of it.' Whereupon Davy had made a wry face and said nothing.

But to Louie he expressed himself plainly enough.
'I'll not say owt to oather on 'em,' he said, pointing to the chimneys of the farm, 'till the day I bid 'em good-bye.