After the kindly greeting on both sides, he began: "I am come, sir, to ask your advice as to what is to become of me?
I can make nothing of my father.

He won't hear of my being a porter; and if I speak of another calling, he comforts me with saying that he shall not live long.

A pretty comfort that! Would you be so good as to speak to him about me?
He has a high opinion of you, and knows that you are always kind to me." "That I will, gladly," replied Anton; "but what do you think of becoming ?" "It's all one to me," said Karl, "so that it's something regular.

Here I turn my hands to all sorts of things, but that's different to regular work." The next Sunday Anton went to old Sturm's.

The home of the head porter was a small house near the river, distinguished from those of his neighbors by its red-washed walls.