I wish Harold was rich, and if I had money of my own, I believe I'd give it to him, only he wouldn't take it, he is so awfully proud, and afraid somebody will help him; and yet I respect him for the pride, which has made him teach school, and do everything he could find to do in order to go through college the last two years and pay his own way.

But I did not like it a bit when I heard he had accepted a situation in Peterkin's furnace.

I know he had good wages, but it is dreadful to think of Harold under such a man, even if Billy is there.

When I told Uncle Arthur he laughed, and said: "Honor and shame from no condition rise." I wonder what he meant?
I asked Tom, and he said I was a fool.
'Weren't you proud of Harold, though, the day he graduated?
What an oration that was! and how the building shook with applause when he came on and when he went off! And do you remember the expression of his face when he picked up the bouquet of roses I threw him, and looked over where we sat?
I thought he touched his lips to them, but was not sure.

Do you remember?
He is studying law now all the time he can get in Judge St.Claire's office, but he comes to read to me for an hour or more nearly every day.