The Golden Magnet
"What are you two quarrelling about?" said my father, coming up just then.
"We were not quarrelling, father," I replied, snatching at the opportunity to lay bare my plans now that I was a little excited, for I had been rather nervous about how my proposals would be taken.
"Mas'r Harry's going out foreign abroad," said Tom sturdily; "and he said I warn't to go with him, and I said I would, sir--that's all."
"Oh, he's going abroad, is he?" said my father.
"Yes, sir," I replied, "I have made up mind to go and see if Uncle Reuben can find me anything to do."
"I hope you don't think that you are going to lead a life of idleness out there, sir?"
"Oh no, sir," I replied, "I mean to work."
"Then why don't you work here?" said my father.
"Because I hate the trade so, sir."
"Nice clean business too," said my father; "makes clean money, and keeps people clean. I suppose you kno