Labour is scarce out there and, as he has got his head screwed on the right way, I have no doubt that he will fall on his feet." "I didn't expect this of you, Mr.Shrewsbury," Mrs.Whitney said, beginning to cry.

"I thought you would have taken my part, and now you are going right against me." "Not against you, Mrs.Whitney, for I think that Reuben's plan is best for you both.

He cannot but suffer, if he remains here; and you will be unhappy in seeing him suffer.

Great as the loss would be to you, I believe that you would be happier here, alone, than you would be were you to see him in constant trouble and worry.

At any rate you would have the option, if you found life intolerably dull here, of joining him out there at any time.
"But how do you intend to get out, Reuben ?" he asked, seeing that Mrs.Whitney made no answer, but again relapsed into tears.
"I shall work my way out," Reuben replied.