"You'll be what I want you to be!"
"It takes two to make a bargain, Mr. Powers. Ever since my mother died you have tried to rule over me with a rod of iron. But I won't stand it. I'm going away and I'll take care of myself, until I am of age. Then I'll come back and claim what belongs to me."
"Humph!" The lawyer paused for a second. "Where do you calculate to go?" he questioned, curiously.
"That is my business."
"Maybe you want to take that trip to the moon, or to California, eh?"
"I've heard there are good chances for a boy in New York and Boston," said Mark, to throw his step-father off the scent.
"Tut! tut! There are just as good chances right here in Philadelphia. Remember the old saying, 'A rolling stone gathers no moss.'"
"I don't want to gather moss; I want to do as the rolling stone does, get polished," answered Mark, grimly.
"If you stay in Philadelphia and behave yourself, I'll try my best to make a man of you."
"Mr. Powers, we can't get along together—you know that as well as I do. Ever since mother died we have quarreled. I can't stand it any longer,—and so I am going away."