"
"But suppose you do--suppose you get sick?"
"Then I'll come home. But I want to try. There must be something
for me to do in the world."
"There's another thing, Harry. It takes money to travel round, and
I haven't got any means to give you."
"I don't want any, father. I mean to work my way. I've got twenty-five
cents to start with. Now, father, what do you say?"
"I'll speak to your mother about it."
"To-day?"
"Yes, as soon as I go in."
With this Harry was content. He had a good deal of confidence that
he could carry his point with both parents. He went into the house,
and said to his mother:
"Mother, father's going to speak to you about my going away from
home. Now don't you oppose it."
"Do you really think it would be a good plan, Harry?"
"Yes, mother."
"And if you're sick will you promise to come right home?"
"Yes, I'll promise that."
"Then I won't oppose your notion, though I ain't clear about its
being wise."
"We'll talk about that in a few months, mother."
"Has Harry spoken to you about his plan of going away from home?"
asked the farmer, when he reentered the house.
"Yes," said Mrs. Walton.
"What do you think?"
"Perhaps we'd better let the lad have his way. He's promised to
come home if he's taken sick."
"So let it be, then, Harry. When do you want to go?"
"As soon as I can."
"You'll have to wait till Monday.
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