"Pa-pa," said Walter, as he helped himself to a second piece of toast, "I wish you'd let me stop going to school, and sell papers."
"Do you think that would be a good plan?" asked his father, smiling.
"Yes, I could earn money, you know."
"Not much, I think. I suppose, if I agree to that arrangement, you will promise to pay all your expenses out of your earnings."
"Yes, I guess I could," said Walter, hesitating, "I can learn the business of Rufus."
"I don't think you'd like it very well," said our hero, amused.
"Don't you like it?"
"I don't think I should like to sell papers all my life."
"What are you going to do when you are a man?"
"I can't tell yet."