“Whither away, my little pilgrim?”
“I am going to seek my fortune,” said Fred.
“Haven’t you a home?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Parents?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are they good to you?”
“O, yes, sir.”
“Then you are fortunate already,” said the gentleman. “When I was at your age, I had neither home nor parents, and the people where I lived were very unkind.”
“But my father isn’t rich,” said Fred; “and he never will be.”