"I sha'n't go," ejaculated the youth. "I can't be nailed down to a desk. What business had the old man to do any thing without me? Why can't he mind his own affairs? He's old and ugly enough. It's cursed impudence in him, and that's a fact."
"Oh ducky!" interposed Miss Mary Anne, with a rueful face, "I know how it will be. You'll have to go home for good, and you won't think of me no more."
"Don't you bother yourself. I sha'n't do any thing of the kind. If I go home, Molly, you go with me."
"Do you mean it, dear bless-ed?"
"Don't I? that's all. I say it is blasted impertinent in the old man, and I shall tell him so. I shall have blunt enough when his toes are up. What is the good of working for more?"
"Oh dear me, bless-ed!"
"What is the matter, old girl?"
"If you should ever forget me!"
"Don't you fear."
"I should hang myself up to the bedpost with my garters. I know I should. Don't leave me, there's a dear ducky."