'What a pity! I made sure Jim would have liked it so, for only last week he said he was sick and tired of having nothing to do--that he should soon lose all his knack at using tools that he used to be so proud of.

Didn't he say he'd like to join George ?' 'He would, I daresay, and I told him to do as he liked.

I came away by myself, and only saw him just before we crossed the range.

He's big enough and old enough to take his own line.' 'But you know he thinks so much of you,' she groaned out, 'that he'd follow you to destruction.

That will be the end of it, depend upon it, Dick.