John Conroy Hutcheson
"Afloat at Last"
Chapter One.
In the Rectory Garden.
“And so, Allan, you wish to go to sea?”
“Yes, father,” I replied.
“But, is there no other profession you would prefer—the law, for instance? It seems a prosperous trade enough, judging from the fact that solicitors generally appear well to do, with plenty of money—possibly that of other people—in their possession; so, considering the matter from a worldly point of view, you might do worse, Allan, than join their ranks.”
I shook my head, however, as a sign of dissent to this proposition.