"Ho, ho! how you will look in a telegraph boy's uniform when you are a young man of twenty-five."
"What makes you think I am going to be a telegraph boy so long?"
"Because you are not fit for any other business."
Mark smiled.
"I am sorry for that," he said, "for as it happens I have tendered my resignation."
"You don't mean that you are going to leave the messenger service?"
"Yes."
"But how are you going to live? It won't be any use to ask father for money."
"I presume not."
"Perhaps," suggested Edgar hopefully, "you have been discharged."