Consider--there's your pupil, Uncle Ben." "Oh, yes! That's another big baby to tot round in school when I ain't niggerin' at home." "And I don't see exactly what else you could do at Indian Spring," continued Mr.Ford.
"No," said Rupert gloomily, "but I could get away to Sacramento.

Yuba Bill says they take boys no bigger nor me in thar express offices or banks--and in a year or two they're as good ez anybody and get paid as big.

Why, there was a fellow here, just now, no older than you, Mr.
Ford, and not half your learnin', and he dressed to death with jewelry, and everybody bowin' and scrapin' to him, that it was perfectly sickenin'." Mr.Ford lifted his eyebrows.

"Oh, you mean the young man of Benham and Co., who was talking to Mrs.Tripp ?" he said.
A quick flush of angry consciousness crossed Rupert's face.

"Maybe; he has just cheek enough for anythin'." "And you want to be like him ?" said Mr.Ford.
"You know what I mean, Mr.Ford.Not LIKE him.