“Still, I should not care to have my son a sailor.”
“I don’t care to be one, father, but I own I should like to take a single voyage—a good long one—so as to see a little of the world. I think, after that, I should be more content to settle down to some business on shore. By the way, father, is there any objection to my examining the contents of Uncle George’s chest?”
“I have no objection, Guy; but I think it will hardly repay you for the time.”
“My time isn’t of very much importance just now. Somehow I have a great desire to see if I can find anything that will throw light on my uncle’s life and character.”
“Very well, Guy; do as you like. And now, I must get to work on my sermon for next Sunday. It is Friday evening, and I must make progress, as I may have one of my bad headaches to-morrow.”
“Can I help you, father?” asked Guy, with a humorous smile.
Mr. Fenwick smiled, too. Though so different in temperament, he was really fond and proud of his lively son.
“I hardly think your additions would be for the edification of my people,” he said.
“Perhaps they might suit some of the young folks,” suggested Guy.
“Doubtless they would. If you would like to try your hand at sermon writing you can write a sermon and submit it to me. If suitable, I will preach it, and give you credit for it.”