"If I go to Boston to live, as I think I shall, I will take you with me, and you can go to school there."
"That'll be jolly," said Godfrey, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I've got tired of this miserable town."
"So have I," said his mother. "We shall have more privileges in Boston."
"I can go to the theater as often as I please there, can't I?"
"We will see about that."
"How soon shall we move to the city?"
"As soon as business will allow. I must settle up your father's affairs here."
"Can't I go beforehand?"
"Would you leave me alone?" asked his mother, with a little touch of wounded affection, for she did feel attached to her son. He was the only one, indeed, for whom she felt any affection.
"You won't miss me, mother. It'll be awfully stupid here, and you know you'll be coming to the city as soon as you get through with the business."