So I shall just sit and chat with you, Doctor." "And I shall go and play with Molly," said Tom, and walked off to Armsworth's garden.
"I don't care for myself so much," said Mark; "but I'm sorry the boy's lost his last day's shooting." "Oh, you will be well enough by noon, and can go then; and as for the boy, it is just as well for him not to grow too fond of sports in which he can never indulge." "Never indulge?
Why not?
He vows he'll go to the Rocky Mountains, and shoot a grizzly bear; and he'll do it." "He has a great deal to do before that, poor fellow; and a great deal to learn." "And he'll learn it.

You're always down-hearted about the boy, Doctor." "I can't help feeling the parting with him: and for Paris, too:--such a seat of temptation.

But it is his own choice; and, after all, he must see temptation, wherever he goes." "Bless the man! if a boy means to go to the bad, he'll go just as easily in Whitbury as in Paris.

Give the lad his head, and never fear; he'll fall on his legs like a cat, I'll warrant him, whatever happens.
He's as steady as old Time, I tell you; there's a grey head on green shoulders there." "Steady ?" said the Doctor, with a smile and a shrug.
"Steady, I tell you at heart; as prudent as you or I; and never lost you a farthing, that you know.

Hang good boys! give me one who knows how to be naughty in the right place; I wouldn't give sixpence for a good boy; I never was one myself, and have no faith in them.