“Well, you must look out, and do not be in too great a hurry. Recollect, Joey, that if anything offers which you have any reason to believe will suit you, you shall have my money as well as your own.”
“Nay, Mary, why should I take that?”
“Because, as it is of no use to me, it must be idle; besides, you know, if you succeed, you will be able to pay me interest for it; so I shall gain as well as you. You must not refuse your sister, my dear boy.”
“Dear Mary, how I wish we could live in the same house!”
“That cannot be now, Joey; you are above my situation at the Hall, even allowing that you would ever enter it.”
“That I never will, if I can help it; not that I feel angry now, but I like to be independent.”
“Of course you do.”
“And as for that grindstone, I hate the sight of it; it has made Spikeman’s fortune, but it never shall make mine.”
“You don’t agree then with your former companion,” rejoined Mary, “that a tinker’s is the nearest profession to that of a gentleman which you know of.”
“I certainly do not,” replied our hero; “and as soon as I can get rid of it I will; I have rolled it here, but I will not roll it much farther. I only wish I knew where to go.”