It seems to me a year or so abroad--traveling about, seeing the world--would be the best thing for me.

I'm going to talk it over with father--as soon as he gets through being out of humor with me." Hiram did not look at his son, who glanced a little uneasily at him as he unfolded this new scheme for perfecting his education as "man of the world." "Surely your father's not _angry_" cried Mrs.Whitney, in a tone intended to make Hiram ashamed of taking so narrow, so rural, a view of his son's fashionable mischance.
"No," replied Hiram, and his voice sounded curt.

He added, in an undertone: "I wish I were." "You're wrong there, Hiram," said Mrs.Whitney, catching the words not intended for her, and misunderstanding them.

"It's not a case for severity." Arthur smiled, and the look he gave his father was a bright indication of the soundness of his heart.

Severity! The idea was absurd in connection with the most generous and indulgent of fathers.