"I have done pretty well, mother," replied Bobby, mysteriously; "pretty well, considering that I am only a boy."
"I didn't expect to see you till to-morrow night."
"I sold out, and had to come home."
"That may be, and still you may not have done much."
"I don't pretend that I have done much."
"How provoking you are! Why don't you tell me, Bobby, what you have done?"
"Wait a minute, mother, till I have done my supper, and then I will show you the footings in my ledger."
"Your ledger!"
"Yea, my ledger. I keep a ledger now."
"You are a great man, Mr. Robert Bright," laughed his mother. "I suppose the people took their hats off when they saw you coming."