“Which, of course, is impossible,” said Mr. Thornton, smiling faintly.
“Not if your brother would open his heart, and lend you the money.”
“He would not do it.”
“And we won't ask him,” said Grant, quickly, “but you shall go, all the same, father.”
“My son, it would cost five hundred dollars.”
“And for twice as much, mother, could go with you; you would need her to take care of you. Besides she needs a change, too.”
“It is a pleasant plan, Grant; but we must not think of it.”
“That's where I don't agree with you. You and mother shall go as soon as you like, and I will pay the expenses.”
“Is the boy crazy?” said the minister.
“I'll answer that for myself, father. I have five thousand dollars in the Bowery Savings Bank, in New York, and I don't think I can spend a part of it better than in giving you and mother a European trip.”