"When you are twenty-one Cousin Hamilton will probably do something for you." "That's almost five years," grumbled Conrad.
"At any rate we have got Ben Barclay out of the house, that's one comfort." "Yes, I am glad of that; but I'd rather be in my old place than this, if I am to get only five dollars a week." "Young people are so impatient," sighed Mrs.Hill.

"You don't seem to consider that it isn't alone taking Ben's place, but you have got rid of a dangerous rival for the inheritance." "That's true," said Conrad, "and I hated Ben.

I'd rather any other boy would cut me out than he." "Do you know what has become of him ?" "No; I expect that he has gone back to the country--unless he's blacking boots or selling papers downtown somewhere.

By Jove, I'd like to come across him with a blacking-brush.

He used to put on such airs.