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Page 8 - Not go back; when I'm captain! why, you and father both said that if I got to be that, I should not stop till I was seventeen — and now I'm only fifteen and a half. O, mother, you don't mean it! Father couldn't break his word! I may go back!" Mrs. Boyd shook her head sadly, and then explained as briefly and calmly as she could the heavy blow which had fallen upon the father, and, indeed, upon the whole family. Mr. Boyd had long been troubled with his eyes, about as serious a trouble as could have...
Page 23 - Then you were the gentleman who told him you couldn't keep a dog and bark yourself?" said Mrs. Boyd, amused, and just a shade hopeful. "Precisely. Nor can I. It would have been cool impudence in a lad to come and ask to be taught his work first and then paid for it, if he hadn't been so very much in earnest that I was rather sorry for him.
Page 316 - The President took the lad's papers, and ran his eye over them with that penetrating and absorbing look so familiar to all who knew him, and then took his pen and wrote upon the back of one of them : "If Captain Goodnow can give a place to this good little boy, I shall be gratified," and signed it
Page 17 - gang awa back to my mither,' as that old gentleman advised me, who objected to bark himself; a queer, crabbed old fellow he was too, but he was the only one who asked my name and address. The rest of them — well, mother, I've stood a good deal these seven days," Donald added, gulping down something between a "fuff " of wrath and a sob. "I am sure you have, my boy.
Page 12 - I'm not bad at figures; as for my Latin and Greek — " Here Donald gulped down a sigh, for he was a capital classic, and it had been suggested that he should go to Glasgow University and try for "the Snell" which has sent so many clever young Scotsmen to Balliol College, Oxford, and thence on to fame and prosperity. But alas! no college career was now possible to Donald Boyd. The best he could hope for was to earn a few shillings a week as a common clerk. He knew this, and so did his mother. But...