"No, indeed!" said Harry, half indignantly. "Father"s given his permission for me to go."
"Where do you expect to go?"
"South," said Harry, vaguely.
"And what do you expect to find to do?"
"I don"t know--anything that"ll bring me a living."
"I like your s.p.u.n.k," said the doctor, after a pause. "If you"re going my way, as I suppose you are, I can carry you a couple of miles. That"s better than walking, isn"t it?"
"I guess it is," said Harry, jumping to his feet with alacrity.
In a minute he was sitting beside Dr. Dunham in his old-fashioned chaise. "I might have known that you were not running away," said the doctor. "I should be more likely to suspect your Brother Tom."
"Tom"s too lazy to run away to earn his own living," said Harry, laughing, "as long as he can get it at home."
The doctor smiled.
"And what put it into your head to start out in this way?" he asked.
"The first thing, was reading the" Life of Franklin.""
"To be sure. I remember his story."
"And the next thing was, because my father is so poor. He finds it hard work to support us all. The farm is small, and the land is poor. I want to help him if I can."
"Very commendable, Harry," said the doctor, kindly.
"You owe a debt of grat.i.tude to your good father, who has not succeeded so well in life as he deserves."
"That"s true, sir. He has always been a hard-working man."
"If you start out with such a good object, I think you will succeed.
Have you any plans at all, or any idea what you would like to do?"
"I thought I should like to work in a shoe shop, if I got a chance,"
said Harry.
"You like that better than working on a farm, then?"
"Yes, sir, There isn"t much money to be earned by working on a farm. I had a chance to do that before I came away."
"You mean working on your father"s land, I suppose?"
"No, Squire Green wanted to hire me."
"What wages did he offer?"
"Two dollars a month, at first. Afterwards he got up to three."
The doctor smiled.
"How could you decline such a magnificent offer?" he asked.
"I don"t think I should like boarding at the squire"s."
"A dollar is twice as large at least in his eyes as in those of anyone else."
By this time they had reached a place where a road turned at right angles.
"I am going down here, Harry," said the doctor. "I should like to have you ride farther, but I suppose it would only be taking you out of your course."
"Yes, doctor. I"d better get out."
"I"ll tell your father I saw you."
"Tell him I was in good spirits," said Harry, earnestly. "Mother"ll be glad to know that."
"I will certainly. Good-by!"
"Good-by, doctor. Thank you for the ride."
"You are quite welcome to that, Harry."
Harry followed with his eyes the doctor"s chaise. It seemed like severing the last link that bound him to his native village. He was very glad to have fallen in with the doctor, but it seemed all the more lonesome that he had left him.
Harry walked six miles farther, and then decided that it was time to rest again. He was not only somewhat fatigued, but decidedly hungry, although it was but eleven o"clock in the forenoon. However, it must be considered that he had walked eleven miles, and this was enough to give anyone an appet.i.te.
He sat down again beside the road, and untying the handkerchief which contained his worldly possessions, he drew therefrom a large slice of bread and began to eat with evident relish. There was a slice of cold meat also, which he found tasted particularly good.
"I wonder whether they are thinking of me at home," he said to himself.
They were thinking about him, and when an hour later the family gathered around the table, no one seemed to have much appet.i.te. All looked sober, for all were thinking of the absent son and brother.
"I wish Harry was here," said Jane, at length, giving voice to the general feeling.
"Poor boy," sighed his mother. "I"m afraid he"ll have a hard time. I wish he had stayed at home, or even have gone to Squire Green"s to work.
Then we could have seen him every day."
"I should have pitied him more if he had gone there than I do now," said his father. "Depend upon it, it; will be better for him in the end."
"I hope so," said his mother, dubiously.
"But you don"t feel sure? Well, time will show. We shall hear from him before long."
We go back to Harry.