I had made my plans carefully, and carried them out, so far with success.
Including the old miser's bequest which his lawyer had paid, there were thirteen pounds to my name in the town savings-bank, and this sum I had drawn out to begin life with.

I wrapped a five-pound note in a loving letter to Jem, and put both into the hymn-book on his shelf--I knew it would not be opened till Sunday.

Very few runaways have as much as eight pounds to make a start with: and as one could not be quite certain how my father would receive Jem's confession, I thought he might be glad of a few pounds of his own, and I knew he had spent his share of the miser's money long ago.
I meant to walk to a station about seven miles distant, and there take train for Liverpool.

I should be clumsy indeed, I thought, if I could not stow away on board some vessel, as hundreds of lads had done before me, and make myself sufficiently useful to pay my passage when I was found out.
When I got into the garden I kicked my foot against something in the grass.

It was my mother's little gardening-fork.