I doubt whether it would be right for me to help you run away from your parents." "I don't want you to help me run away.

I have done that already." "But if I let you go with me, it will be just the same thing.

Besides, since you told me those lies this morning, I haven't much confidence in you." "I couldn't help that." "Yes, you could.

Couldn't help lying ?" "What could I do?
You would have gone right back and told my father." "Well, we will go up to Mr.Bayard's store, and then we will see what can be done." "I couldn't stay at home, sure," continued Tom, as they walked along together.

"My father even talked of binding me out to a trade." "Did he ?" Bobby stopped short in the street; for it was evident that, as this would remove him from his unhappy home, and thus effect all he professed to desire, he had some other purpose in view.
"What are you stopping for, Bob ?" "I think you had better go back, Tom." "Not I; I won't do that, whatever happens." "If your father will put you to a trade, what more do you want ?" "I won't go to a trade, anyhow." Bobby said no more, but determined to consult with Mr.Bayard about the matter; and Tom was soon too busily engaged in observing the strange sights and sounds of the city to think of anything else.
When they reached the store, Bobby went into Mr.Bayard's private office and told him all about the affair.