He was not tall of his age, and he wanted to be.

Andy had been growing faster than he, and was now, though scarcely as old, quite two inches taller.
"It makes no difference about being tall," he rejoined.

"I am a gentleman, and don't have to work for a living like you do." "What are you going to be when you grow up ?" "A lawyer." "Then won't you work for money ?" "Of course." "Then you'll be a hired man, and work for a living." "That's very different.

When are you coming back ?" "When I've finished my business." "How soon will that be ?" "I can't tell yet." "Humph! I shouldn't wonder if you were running away." "Don't you tell anybody," said Andy, in a bantering tone.
"Where did you get the money to pay for your ticket ?" "What would you give to know ?" "You are impudent," said Godfrey, his cheek flushing.
"So are your questions," said Andy.
"I dare say you stole it." "Look here, Godfrey Preston," said Andy, roused to indignation by this insinuation, "you'd better not say that again, if you know what's best for yourself." He advanced a step with a threatening look, and Godfrey instinctively receded.
"That comes of my speaking to my inferior," he said.
"You can't do that." "What do you mean ?" "I don't know anybody that's inferior to you." Godfrey turned on his heel wrathfully, muttering something about a "low beggar," which Andy, not hearing, did not resent.
The whistle of the locomotive was heard, and the cars came along.
With high anticipation of pleasure, Andy got aboard.

He had before him a journey of close upon a hundred miles, and he wished it had been longer.