"Then you can save up your allowance till you have enough."
"Save up on twenty-five cents a week! I couldn't go till I was an old man!"
"I know of no other way," said Mr. Drummond, with provoking indifference, "unless you earn the money in some way."
"You treat me like a little boy!" said Joshua, angrily.
"You are better off than I am. I have to work for all I get. You get your board, clothes, and pocket-money for nothing."
"Other boys go to New York when they are much younger."
"I have told you you can go when you like, but you mustn't expect me to supply the money."
Mr. Drummond put on his hat and crossed the street to the store, leaving Joshua in a very unfilial frame of mind.