"I will give you the best advice I can, Frank. I suppose you do not mean
to stay in the village."

"No, sir. There is nothing for me to do here. I must go somewhere where
I can make a living for Grace and myself."

"You've got a hard row to hoe, Frank," said Mr. Pomeroy, thoughtfully.
"Have you decided where to go?"

"Yes, sir. I shall go to New York."

"What! To the city?"

"Yes, sir. I'll get something to do, no matter what it is."

"But how are you going to live in the meantime?"

"I've got a little money."

"That won't last long."

"I know it, but I shall soon get work, if it is only to black boots in
the streets."

"With that spirit, Frank, you will stand a fair chance to succeed. What
do you mean to do with Grace?"

"I will take her with me."

"I can think of a better plan. Leave her here till you have found