"That's just what I'm saying, father. There isn't much money to be
got in farming. That's why I want to try something else."

"How long have you been thinking of this plan, Harry?"

"Only since last night."

"What put it into your head?"

"That book I got as a prize."

"It is the life of Franklin, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Did he go away from home when he was a boy?"

"Yes, and he succeeded, too."

"I know he did. He became a famous man. But it isn't every boy that
is like Franklin."

"I know that. I never expect to become a great man like him; but
I can make something."

Harry spoke those words in a firm, resolute tone, which seemed to
indicate a consciousness of power. Looking in his son's face, the
elder Walton, though by no means a sanguine man, was inclined to
think favorably of the scheme, But he was cautious, and he did not
want Harry to be too confident of success.