“Then I thought I might go to the city, and get a small stock of goods, and go round peddling. Or, perhaps, I might get the agency for some popular article, and travel about with it.”
“I am afraid it would be a great undertaking. Besides, you have no money to invest.”
“That’s true; but I could raise some. Squire Turner might advance me one hundred dollars, and increase the mortgage to that amount. A hundred dollars, or even less, would buy all the goods I should want at one time. That would be my capital in trade. As soon as I made money enough, I would pay it back, and then we should be as well off as we are now.”
“I don’t know what to think,” said Mrs. Raymond, sighing. “I never had any head for business. I always left those things to your father.”
“But you will consent to my asking such a loan?”
“Yes; if you really think it will do any good.”
“I do. Remember my motto, mother, ‘Sink or swim!’ I’ve made up my mind to swim.”
Thus ended the conference. Harry saw that it was as his mother said,—she had no head for business. He must form his own plans, and carry them through without assistance.