Go along!" "Now, don't, Bobby," pleaded his mother.
"I am going; and if the money is not paid by twelve o'clock to-morrow, the law shall lake its course;" and Mr.Hardhand rushed out of the house, slamming the door violently after him.
"O Bobby, what have you done ?" exclaimed Mrs.Bright, when the hard-hearted creditor had departed.
"I could not help it, mother; don't cry.

I cannot bear to hear you insulted and abused; and I thought when I heard him do it a year ago, that I couldn't stand it again.

It is too bad." "But he will turn us out of the house; and what shall we do then ?" "Don't cry, mother; it will come round all right.

I have friends who are rich and powerful, and who will help us." "You don't know what you say, Bobby.

Sixty dollars is a great deal of money, and if we should sell all we have, it would scarcely bring that." "Leave it all to me, mother; I feel as though I could do something now.
I am old enough to make money." "What can you do ?" "Now or never!" replied Bobby, whose mind had wandered from the scene to the busy world, where fortunes are made and lost every day.