I only remember that when I looked at him, and began jocularly "Imprimis," my heart came up into my throat and choked me.
It was almost with sadness that I said, "Ah! David, you are quite a young man now." He smiled, of course only with pleasure, looking forward to the new world into which he was going forth; the world into which, as I knew well, I could never follow him.
"I am glad I look rather old for my years," said he, when, after a pause, he had again flung himself down on the grass.

"It tells well in the tan-yard.

People would be slow to trust a clerk who looked a mere boy.

Still, your father trusts me." "He does, indeed.

You need never have any doubt of that.