“There aint no disgrace in bein’ a farm boy,” said Seth Tarbox. “I worked on a farm myself when I was a boy, and I’ve worked on a farm ever since.”
“I’m going to college, and be a lawyer,” said Rodney in a consequential tone.
“It costs a sight of money to go to college, Sophia,” said Tarbox deprecatingly.
“I shall make a lot of money when I am a lawyer,” explained Rodney. “Why, I read in the paper that there are some lawyers that make fifty thousand dollars. Besides, I may get elected to Congress. That’s better than working on a farm. When Grant is getting fifteen dollars a month and his board, as a hired man on a farm, I will ride in my carriage, and live like a gentleman.”
“I may be a rich man myself,” interrupted Grant.
“You a rich man! Ho, ho!” laughed Rodney. “You look like it.”
“No, I don’t look like it, but I may get there all the same.”
“You talk a good deal for a boy of your age,” remarked Mrs. Bartlett in a tone of rebuke.
“No more than Rodney.”
But Grant, looking at his mother, saw that she was disturbed, and refrained from noticing any further speeches of his young antagonist.