It was not easy to say what had undermined his strength, for he had had no severe fit of sickness; but certainly he was in appearance several years older than when Harry entered the office.
"How do you feel this morning, Mr.Anderson ?" asked Ferguson.
"I feel weak and languid, and indisposed to exertion of any kind." "You need some change." "That is precisely what I have thought myself.

The doctor advises change of scene, and this very morning I had a letter from a brother in Wisconsin, asking me to come out and visit him." "I have no doubt it would do you good." "So it would.

But how can I go?
I can't take the paper with me," said Mr.Andersen, rather despondently.
"No; but you can leave Harry to edit it in your absence." "Mr.Ferguson!" exclaimed Harry, startled by the proposition.
"Harry as editor!" repeated Mr.Anderson.
"Yes; why not?
He is a practised writer.

For more than two years he has written for two Boston papers." "But he is so young.

How old are you, Harry ?" asked the editor.
"Nineteen to-day, sir." "Nineteen.