Ellen would never forgive me if I let you go anywhere else.

So that is settled; you will go to my house.
Now, you may sit here, or walk out and see the sights." "If you please, sir, if Mr.Timmins will let me look at some of the books, I shouldn't wish for anything better.

I should like to look at 'The Wayfarer,' so that I shall know how to recommend it." "Mr.Timmins _will_ let you," replied Mr.Bayard, as he touched the spring of a bell on his desk.
The dapper clerk came running into the counting room to attend the summons of his employer.
"Mr.Timmins," continued Mr.Bayard, with a mischievous smile, "bring Mr.Bright a copy of 'The Wayfarer.'" Mr.Timmins was astonished to hear "Country" called "Mister," astonished to hear his employer call him "Mister," and Bobby was astonished to hear himself called "Mister." Nevertheless, our hero enjoyed the joke.
The clerk brought the book; and Bobby proceeded to give it a thorough, critical examination.

He read the preface, the table of contents, and several chapters of the work, before Mr.Bayard was ready to go home.
"How do you like it, Bobby ?" asked the bookseller.
"First rate." "You may take that copy in your hand; you will want to finish it." "Thank you, sir; I will be careful of it." "You may keep it.

Let that be the beginning of your own private library." His own private library! Bobby had not got far enough to dream of such a thing yet; but he thanked Mr.Bayard, and put the book under his arm.
After tea, Ellen proposed to her father that they should all go to the Museum.