CHAPTER III.
EARLY ASPIRATIONS.
One pleasant summer afternoon, Mr. Wright, coming in from the office, seated himself beside his composed little wife, who was patching a pair of miniature pantaloons.
"Nan," said the husband, with a perplexed look, "what are we to do with our Robin when he grows up?"
"George," answered the composed wife, "don't you think it is rather soon to trouble ourselves with that question? Robin is a mere child yet. We must first give him a good education."
"Of course, I know that," returned the perplexed husband, "still, I can't help thinking about what is to be done after he has had the good education. You know I have no relation in the world except brother Richard, who is as poor as myself. We have no influential friends to help him into the Army or the Navy or the Indian Civil Service; and the Church, you know, is not suitable for an imp. Just look at him now!"
