"Humph! what do you think of that, Middleton, eh? what do you think of that? A boy saying that he would like to go to school! Did you ever hear of such a thing in your life? Is the young rascal humbugging us, do you think?" said the commodore, turning to his friend.
"Not in the least, sir; he is perfectly sincere. I am sure of it, from what I have seen of him myself. And look at him, sir! he is a boy of talent; and if you wish to reward him, you could not do so in a more effectual way than by giving him some education," said Mr. Middleton.
"But what could a boy of his humble lot do with an education if he had it?" inquired the commodore.
"Ah! that I cannot tell, as it would depend greatly upon future circumstances; but this we know, that the education he desires cannot do him any harm, and may do him good."
"Yes! well, then, to school he shall go. Where shall I send him" inquired the old sailor.
"Here; I would willingly take him."
"You! you're joking! Why, you have one of the most select schools in the State."
"And this boy would soon be an honor to it! In a word, commodore, I would offer to take him freely myself, but that I know the independent spirit of the young fellow could not rest under such an obligation. You, however, are his debtor to a larger amount than you can ever repay. From you, therefore, even he cannot refuse to accept an education."
"But your patrons, my dear sir, may object to the association for their sons," said the commodore, in a low voice.
"Do you object?"