“I am sure I don’t know what we shall do,” said his mother, sighing, for to her the future looked formidable.
But Harry was young, healthy, and sanguine, and his spirits were lighter.
“Whatever we do, mother,” he said, “we won’t despond. There are a great many ways of getting a living, and I know that we shall get along somehow.”
“I don’t know,” said Mrs. Raymond, dubiously.
“Do you remember that piece I spoke the other day?”
“The one you got the prize for, Harry?” said his sister.
“It wasn’t for that only, but for speaking the whole term. The piece began with ‘Sink or Swim;’ and I told you then that I meant to take that for my motto.”
“What do you mean, Harry?”
“I mean this, mother,” said Harry, with energy, “that, sink or swim, I am going to do my best; and if I do that, I think it’ll be swim and not sink.”