When she finished, he put his head down to me, and murmured, "Good dog," and I saw that his eyes were red and shining.
"That's a capital story, we must have it at the Band of Mercy," said Mr.
Maxwell.

Mrs.Wood had gone to help prepare the tea, so the two young men were alone with Miss Laura.

When they had done talking about me, she asked Mr.Harry a number of questions about his college life, and his trip to New York, for he had not been studying all the time that he was away.
"What are you going to do with yourself, Gray, when your college course is ended ?" asked Mr.Maxwell.
"I am going to settle right down here," said Mr.Harry.
"What, be a farmer ?" asked his friend.
"Yes; why not ?" "Nothing, only I imagined that you would take a profession." "The professions are overstocked, and we have not farmers enough for the good of the country.

There is nothing like farming, to my mind.

In no other employment have you a surer living.