“I have been thinking that I might get a stock of goods in the city, and go about selling them. I have got to do something, and I think I might make money that way.”
“I couldn’t let you have the money,” said the squire.
“No, sir, I suppose not. But mother is willing, as she will tell you herself.”
“I don’t know but I can do it,” said the squire, after a little pause. “Mind, I don’t give any advice as to the plan you have in view. You may make it pay, and you may not. Perhaps it would be better to get something to do about here.”
“There isn’t much chance in Vernon,” answered Harry; “and there are plenty to do what little work there is.”
“Well, that’s your affair. About the money, I will consider the matter, and if you will come round to-morrow, I will let you know what I have decided.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“And about the land warrant, I will write out to a lawyer I know in Milwaukie, and ask his opinion. When his answer comes, I will let you know.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Harry; and, his business being at an end, he took his cap, and with a bow left the room.
On the whole, he was better pleased with the result of the interview than he anticipated. Squire Turner had not been very cordial or sympathetic, it is true, but he seemed disposed to grant the request which he had made; and, though Harry did not like him, he had a very good opinion of his business abilities.