Caddy undertook with great alacrity to break the dismal tidings to him, and enlarged in a glowing manner upon what times he might expect from Aunt Rachel.
"I guess she'll keep you straight;--you'll see sights up there! She is cross as sin--she'll make you wipe your feet when you go in and out, if no one else can." "Let him alone, Caddy," gently interposed Esther; "it is bad enough to be compelled to live in a house with that frightful old woman, without being annoyed about it beforehand.

If I could help it, Charlie, you should not go." "I know you'd keep me home if you could--but old Cad, here, she always rejoices if anything happens to me.

I'll be hanged if I stay there," said he.

"I won't live at service--I'd rather be a sweep, or sell apples on the dock.

I'm not going to be stuck up behind their carriage, dressed up like a monkey in a tail coat--I'll cut off my own head first." And with this sanguinary threat he left the house, with his school-books under his arm, intending to lay the case before his friend and adviser, the redoubtable and sympathising Kinch..