“If you are thinking of going into the business, yourself, I'll tell you.”
“I a newsboy? I sell papers in the street? You must be crazy!” returned James, haughtily.
“I suppose you feel above it,” said Herbert, smiling.
“To be sure I do. Haven't I a right to?”
“Oh, you must settle that question for yourself. Papers, sir?”
The gentleman addressed purchased the last remaining paper, and Herbert was free till afternoon.
“How do you like the city?” asked James.
“Very much. I should like to have my mother here; then I would be contented.”
“We may come to live here,” said James. “Of course, we shall live in a brownstone front, uptown.”
“I live in a brick house,” said Herbert, smiling.