"What for?" asked Mr. Drummond, elevating his brows.
"Because I'm eighteen years old, and I've never been there yet."
"Then, if you've gone eighteen years without seeing the city, I think you can go a while longer," said his father, under the impression that he had made a witty remark. But Joshua did not appreciate the humor of it.
"I've lived in Stapleton ever since I was born," grumbled Joshua, "and have got tired of it. I want to see something of life."
"Do you? Well, I'm sure I've no objection."
"May I go then?"
"Yes."
"When?" asked Joshua, joyfully.
"To-morrow, if you like; but of course you will pay your own expenses."
"How can I?" exclaimed Joshua, in angry disappointment. "I have no money."