Speak out, Bobby; anything under the heavens that I can do for you, I shall be glad to do." "Well, sir, I am going to leave Riverdale." "Leave Riverdale!" "Yes, sir; I am going to Boston, where I mean to do something to help mother." "Bravo! you are a good lad.

What do you mean to do ?" "I was thinking I should go into the book business." "Indeed!" and Squire Lee was much amused by the matter-of-fact manner of the young aspirant.
"I was talking with a young fellow who went through the place last spring, selling books.

He told me that some days he made three or four dollars, and that he averaged twelve dollars a week." "He did well; perhaps, though, only a few of them make so much." "I know I can make twelve dollars a week," replied Bobby, confidently, for that something within him made him feel capable of great things.
"I dare say you can.

You have energy and perseverance, and people take a liking to you." "But I wanted to see you about another matter.

To speak out at once, I want to borrow sixty dollars of you;" and Bobby blushed, and seemed very much embarrassed by his own boldness.
"Sixty dollars!" exclaimed the squire.
"I knew you would think me impudent," replied our hero, his heart sinking within him.
"But I don't, Bobby.