I don't know what, and I won't bother about it till the time comes.

But I'll do something." "Could you earn a living ?" asked the old lawyer.
"Perhaps not; but I'll get one.

Will I be a beggar ?" "I don't know.

It depends on whether Aunt Jane leaves you anything in her will." "I hope she won't leave me a cent!" cried the boy, with sudden fierceness.

"I hate her, and will be glad when she is dead and out of my way!" "Kenneth--Kenneth, lad!" "I hate her!" he persisted, with blazing eyes.