"Algebra!—oh, what else?"
"French and Latin."
"Hum!—may be useful. Why do you wear your hair so long?—look at mine.
What's your name?"
"Philip Morton."
"Mr. Philip Morton, you have an intelligent countenance—I go a great deal by countenances. You know the terms?—most favourable to you. No premium—I settle that with Roger. I give board and bed—find your own washing. Habits regular—'prenticeship only five years; when over, must not set up in the same town. I will see to the indentures. When can you come?"
"When you please, sir."
"Day after to-morrow, by six o'clock coach."
"But, sir," said Philip, "will there be no salary? something, ever so small, that I could send to my another?"
"Salary, at sixteen?—board and bed-no premium! Salary, what for?
'Prentices have no salary!—you will have every comfort."
"Give me less comfort, that I may give my mother more;—a little money, ever so little, and take it out of my board: I can do with one meal a day, sir."