The Cash Boy by Horatio Alger
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"I can't bear the thought of losing you, mother," said Frank, deeply moved. "You will miss me, then, Frank?" said Mrs. Fowler. "Shall I not? Grace and I will be alone in the world." "Alone in the world!" repeated the sick woman, sorrowfully, "with little help to hope for from man, for I shall leave you nothing. Poor children!" "That isn't what I think of," said Frank, hastily. "I can support myself." "But Grace? She is a delicate girl," said the mother, anxiously. "She cannot make her way as you can." "She won't need to," said Frank, promptly; "I shall take care of her." "But you are very young even to support yourself. You are only fourteen." "I know it, mother, but I am strong, and I am not afraid. There are a hundred ways of making a living." "But do you realize that you will have to start with absolutely nothing? Deacon Pinkerton holds a mortgage on this house for all it will bring in the market, and I owe him arrears of interest besides." |
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