"He is at Little River, sir, going on with his studies."

"He made very good progress -- very good indeed -- he's a young
man of talent, your brother. He's a smart fellow. He's going
on to fit himself to enter college, ain't he?"

"Yes sir."

"He'll do well -- he can do what he's a mind. Well, Mr.
Landholm -- what are _you_ going to turn your hand to?"

"I have hardly determined, sir, yet."

"You'll see your brother -- something, I don't know what, one
of these days, and you'll always be his brother, you know. Now
what are you going to make of yourself? -- merchant or farmer?"

"Neither, sir."

"No?" -- said Mr. Glanbally. He looked a little surprised, for
Mr. Landholm's letter had spoken of "a few weeks."

"Well, what then?"

"I don't know what I shall like best, sir," said Winthrop.

"No, not yet; perhaps not yet. You'll be a happy man if ever
you do, sir. _I_ never knew what I liked best, till I couldn't
have it. Well sir -- what do you calculate to begin upon? -- a