"Then why is he here?"
"I expect him to explain that to me," said Mr. Walton, coldly. "Benjamin, what brings you to New York?"
"I want to get a position here, so that I may learn business. I thought you might find me a place in your store, Uncle Nicholas."
"Did I not write you to stay in Sunderland?" asked Mr. Walton, coldly.
"Yes."
"Then why have you disobeyed me?" continued the merchant, with a frown.
"Because I have no taste for farming, and there is no other employment there."
"A boy like you is not qualified to judge what is best for him," said Mr. Walton, harshly. "Did I not promise, if you learned farming, that when you got older I would set you up on a farm of your own?"
"I never should succeed as a farmer, for I don't like it," answered Ben.