"What fault have you to find with it?" demanded the merchant, testily.
"None whatever, uncle, except that I am not suited for it."
"You don't look to me suited for anything else," said Clarence Plantagenet, insolently.
"I don't think you know me well enough to judge what I am fit for," answered Ben, calmly.
"You might make a good blacksmith, perhaps," continued Clarence, in the same offensive tone. "Isn't there any opening in that line in the country?"
"There might be. The business is not to my taste, though it may be to yours."
"To my taste!" ejaculated the horrified Plantagenet. "What have I to do with such a dirty business as that?"
"Stop this foolish discussion, Plantagenet," said his father. "You had better go to meet your friend, Van Dyke, and I will settle matters with your cousin here."
"Pack him back to the country, pa!" said Clarence. "That is the best place for him."