"Ride in a cart!" cried Grace, laughing. "Can't you think of anything else? Have you forgotten papa?"
"O, now I know," exclaimed Horace, with shining eyes: "it's a lawyer I'll be, just like father was. I'll have a 'sleepy partner,' the way Judge Ingle has, and by and by I'll be a judge."
"I know that would please ma, Horace," replied Grace, looking at her little brother with a good deal of pride.
Who knew but he might yet be a judge? She liked to order him about, and have him yield to her: still she had great faith in Horace.
"But, Grace, after all that I'll go to war, and turn out a general; now you see if I don't."
"That'll be a great while yet," said Grace, sighing.
"So it will," replied Horace, sadly; "and ma needs the money now. I wish I could earn something right off while I'm a little boy."
It was not two days before he thought he had found out how to get rich; in what way you shall see.