"Nonsence!--he has money and I have none; why shouldn't he give it me ?" "Why ?"--she repeated, her eyes flashing and her little feminine figure seeming to grow taller as she spoke--"I'll tell you, since you don't seem yourself to understand it.

Because a young man, with health and strength in him, should blush to eat any bread but what he himself earns.

Because he should work at any thing and every thing, stint himself of every luxury and pleasure, rather than ask or borrow, or, except under rare circumstances, rather than be indebted to any living soul for a single half-penny.

I would not, if I were a young man." "What a nice young man you would make, Aunt Hilary!" There was something in the lad's imperturbable good humor at once irritating and disarming.

Whatever his faults, they were more negative than positive; there was no malice prepense about him, no absolute personal wickedness.