"I don't know where; but somewhere where I can earn my own living."

"But you can do that here. You can give me your help on the farm,
as you always have done."

"I don't like farming, father."

"You never told me that before. Is it because of the hard work?"

"No," said Harry, earnestly. "I am not afraid of hard work; but
you know how it is, father. This isn't a very good farm, and it's
all you can do to make a living for the rest of us out of it. If I
could go somewhere, where I could work at something else, I could
send you home my wages."

"I am afraid a boy like you couldn't earn very large wages."

"I don't see why not, father. I'm strong and stout, and willing to
work."

"People don't give much for boys' work."

"I don't expect much; but I know I can get something, and by and
by it will lead to more. I want to help you to pay for that cow
you've just bought of Squire Green."

"I don't see how I'm going to pay for it," said Mr. Walton, with
a sigh. "Hard money's pretty scarce, and we farmers don't get much
of it."