The young man's eyes snapped with anger.
"Come, don't fly off that way," said the merchant.

"You may choose for yourself, of course.

Oh, you've got some of the old man's pigheadedness, have you?
All right; it will keep men from running over you." He took Henry's arm, and they walked back toward the gate.
"I won't say anything to your mother about it." "You may do as you like." "Well, it's best not to mention it yet a while.

Will you sell your newspaper as soon as you return ?" "Yes." "All right.

Then there'll be nothing in the way.