“I don’t know about that,” said Harry, coolly. “I guess I shall be able to make a living.”
“Maybe my father’ll hire you to saw wood.”
“Thank you; but that isn’t the business I am thinking of following.”
“Perhaps you are going to be a merchant,” sneered James.
“Very likely I may be some time.”
Harry was not much troubled by the rudeness of James; for he cared nothing for him or his good opinion. James was a little nettled to find that his taunts rebounded so harmlessly, and this led him to one parting shot.
Harry had ascended the front steps, and was about to ring the bell, when James said, “You needn’t ring. You can go round to the back door.”
“Is that where you go in?” asked Harry.
“No.”