A tear moistened his eye, as he uttered his enthusiastic declaration.
"The worst of it is, John starts at two o'clock—right in the middle of the night."
"So much the better," replied Harry, wiping away the tear.
"You will take the wagon on the turnpike, where the cart path comes out. But you won't wake up."
"Yes, I shall."
"I am sorry to have you go; for I like you, Harry. You will be a very good boy, when you get to Boston; for they say the city is a wicked place."
"I will try."
"There are a great many temptations there, people say."
"I shall try to be as good as you are," replied Harry, who could imagine nothing better. "If I fail once, I shall try again."
"Here, Harry, I have brought you a good book—the best of all books. I have written your name and mine in it; and I hope you will keep it and read it as long as you live. It is the Bible."