"Why, father! — You would rather be what you are now?"
"Well — I wasn't born a farmer," said Mr. Haye conclusively.
"Then you would have everybody stay where he happens to be!"
"I wouldn't have anything about it," said Mr. Haye. "That's what I want for myself —let other people do what they will."
"But some people can't do what they will."
"Well —Be thankful you're not one of 'em."
"Father, if I can have what I will, I would have you help this young man."
"I don't know how to help him, child; — he's not in my way. If he wanted to go into business, there would be something in it, but I have nothing to do with schools and Colleges."
Elizabeth's cheek lit up with one of the prettiest colours a woman's cheek ever wears, — the light of generous indignation.
"I wish I had the means!" she said.