"But you seem to have thought a good deal about these sort of things." "Oh, yes! I have plenty of time for thinking, and one's thoughts travel fast enough lying on this bark-heap--faster than indoors.

I often wish I could read--that is, read easily.

As it is, I have nothing to do but to think, and nothing to think of but myself, and what I should like to be." "Suppose, after Dick Whittington's fashion, you succeeded to your master's business, should you like to be a tanner ?" He paused--his truthful face betraying him.

Then he said, resolutely, "I would like to be anything that was honest and honourable.

It's a notion of mine, that whatever a man may be, his trade does not make him--he makes his trade.