“It will be long before I am a man!” said Davie rather disconsolately.
“It depends on yourself. The boy that is longest in becoming a man, is the boy that thinks himself a man before he is a bit like one.”
“Come then, let us do something!” said Davie.
“Come away,” rejoined Donal. “What shall we do first?”
“I don’t know: you must tell me, sir.”
“What would you like best to do—I mean if you might do what you pleased?”
Davie thought a little, then said:
“I should like to write a book.”
“What kind of a book?”
“A beautiful story.”