"Why, they don't come here." "They might be made such different boys if properly trained." "They'll come right by and by, but for the present, Grant, you steer clear of them.

They're just like a couple of young slugs, or so much blight in the garden now." The supper was ended, and Mrs Solomon, in a very quiet, quick way, cleared the cloth, and after she had done, placed a Bible on the table, out of which Mr Solomon read a short chapter, and then shook hands with me and sent me away happy.
"Good night, my lad!" he said.

"It's all strange to you now, and we're not noisy jolly sort of people, but you're welcome here, and we shall get on." "Yes," said Mrs Solomon in a very cold stern way that did not seem at all inviting or kind.

"Come along and I'll show you your bed-room." I followed her upstairs and into a little room with a sloping ceiling and a window looking out upon the garden; and at the sight of the neat little place, smelling of lavender, and with some flowers in a jug upon the drawers, the depression which kept haunting me was driven away.
Everything looked attractive--the clean white bed and its dainty hangings, the blue ewer and basin on the washstand, the picture or two on the wall, and the strips of light-coloured carpet on the white floor, all made the place cheerful and did something to recompense me for the trouble of having to leave what seemed to be my regular home, and come from one who had of late been most fatherly and kind, to people who were not likely to care for me at all.
"I think there's everything you want," said Mrs Solomon, looking at me curiously.

"Soap and towel, and of course you've got your hair-brush and things in your box there." She pointed at the corded box which stood in front of the table.
"If there's anything you want you can ask.