“I believe you. You look like a steady boy.”
“Do you wish me to go anywhere with you this morning?”
“No; you can do as you please.”
“Thank you.”
“By the way, you bought the underclothing yesterday?”
“Yes.”
“I will look at it to see if I approve your choice.”
Mrs. Harcourt looked over the trunk, and expressed her satisfaction.
“It is quite right,” she said. “I was afraid you would not buy articles of good quality. Your present position is very different from that in which I found you, and I wish you to adapt yourself to it.”
Ben went out, and when walking through Union Square he met Mr. Wilkins, the dramatic author.