I used to love to think how much comfort I should take in you, when you should grow up into a tall, manly youth; but I have been sadly disappointed, so far.

The older you grow, the worse you behave, and the more trouble you make me.

Do you intend always to go on in this way ?" Oscar nervously spread the slice of bread before him, but made no reply.

His mother continued her reproofs, in the same sad but affectionate tone.

She appealed to his sense of right, to his gratitude, and to his hopes of future success and respectability in life.