“I don’t see why that boy wouldn’t give me his seat. He hasn’t got on as good clothes as I have,” grumbled John.
“Well, if your clothes are spoiled your father’s got money enough to buy you some new ones,” said Abner.
“That’s true,” said John, with an air of importance. “My father’s very rich.”
“I expect you’ll be rich, too, some day,” said Abner.
“I expect I shall,” said John, complacently. “I’m going to be a lawyer.”
“All right,” said the driver, jocosely; “I’ll give you all my law business.”
“Oh, I shan’t settle down here,” said John, loftily. “I’m going to Detroit or Chicago. I want to be in a big place.”
“I reckon you’ll be too smart for Portville,” said Abner, with sly sarcasm.
“I guess I can do as well as any of the city lawyers,” said John. “I am reading Cæsar already.”
“Who’s he?”