"I want you to make him a good boy, sir."
"Humph! that's an idea. I can't make boys over new. Is he honest?"
"No, sir, I don't think he is very,—not what you mean by honest; but his mother is dead, and he hasn't any friends; he goes with a miserable set of fellows, and he'll get worse than he is in no time if he stays there."
"And the whole of it is, you think it's my duty to let him come, and try to save, him! Suppose I should, what would you do for your share?"
"I'd try, too."
"How?"
"Why, I'd try to get him to do right."
"Suppose he should try to get you to do wrong?"
"He couldn't!" said Edward positively.
"How did you find that out?"