I sent him travelling so that he could see the world, and get himself in trim for dealing with it.

And that's what we have to do in our business.

Deal with the world." I didn't like this, and I don't think Rectus did, either.

He walked over to one of the windows, and looked out into the street.
"I'll tell you what I think, sir," said I."Rectus--I mean your son Samuel, only I shall never call him so--has seen enough of the world to make him so wide awake that he sees more in schooling than he used to.
That's my opinion!" I knew that Rectus rather envied my going to college, for he had said as much on the trip home; and I knew that he had hoped his father would let him make a fresh start with the professor at our old school.
"Sammy," cried out Mrs.Colbert,--"Sammy, my son, do you want to go to school, and finish up your education, or go into your father's office, and learn to be a merchant ?" Rectus turned around from the window.
"There's no hurry about the merchant," he said.

"I want to go to school and college, first." "And that's just where you're going," said his mother, with her face reddening up a little more than common.
Mr.Colbert grinned a little, but said nothing.