"To work, an' be respectable. 'Tain't no use. I'll give up, an' go along with the rest o' the boys. Mother's made a deal o' fuss about keepin' me honest, an' where's the good? I'll give up."
"An' begin to drink, an' steal, an' swear?" asked Job.
"Not steal," said Hor.
"T'other two, then?"
Hor's answer was a gruff: "Dunno."
"Just as well steal as swear, when you're about it," said Job. "One's breakin' of the fourth commandment, an' one's breakin' of the eighth."
"I tell ye I mean to give up tryin' to keep steady, an' to be respectable."
"Supposin' ye do," said Job, "what'll ye gain by it?"
Hor did not know what to answer.
"Think it'll make ye happier?"