I tell you what, Harry, I've a great mind to set up opposition to you in the story line." "Do so," said Harry, smiling.
"I would if I had the slightest particle of imagination; but the fact is, I'm too practical and matter-of-fact.

Besides, I never had any talent for writing of any kind.

Some time I may become publisher of a village paper like this; but farther than that I don't aspire." "We are to be partners in that, you know, Ferguson." "That may be, for a time; but you will rise higher than that, Harry." "I am afraid you overrate me." "No; I have observed you closely in the time we have been together, and I have long felt that you are destined to rise from the ranks in which I am content to remain.

Haven't you ever felt so, yourself, Harry ?" Harry's cheek flushed, and his eye lighted up.
"I won't deny that I have such thoughts sometimes," he said; "but it may end in that." "It often does end in that; but it is only where ambition is not accompanied by faithful work.

Now you are always at work.