"I have never had such large expectations. If I make three or four thousand dollars in twelve months it will satisfy me."
"But a man would never get rich, at that rate," said Lawrence Peabody uneasily.
"I don't know about that. It depends as much on what a man does with his money, as on the amount he makes," said the prudent Scot.
"I am afraid I did wrong in leaving Boston," said Peabody gloomily. "If I am to travel many weeks through the mud, and get no more than that, I shall feel that I am poorly paid."
"You don't feel like my young friend Tom. He is full of hope, and enjoys everything."
"He hasn't been brought up as I have," said Peabody. "A country boy in cowhide boots is tough, and don't mind roughing it."
Ferguson did not have a chance to answer, for there was a summons to supper—a welcome call, that made even Mr. Lawrence Peabody look cheerful for the time being.