On Monday morning, Robert was getting ready to ride into Chicago, as business called him to the city.
"Where you goin', brother Bob?"—Tad generally called Robert, brother Bob.
"Only into town!" was the brief reply.
"Mayn't I go with you?"
"Ask mother. I think that she will say no."
Just then Mrs. Lincoln came in, and Tad ran to her, with the eager question:
"Oh, Ma! can't I go to town with brother Bob? I want to go so badly."
"Go to town! No; you must stay and keep me company. Besides, I have determined that you shall get a lesson every day, and I am going to commence to-day with you."
"I don't want to get a lesson—I won't get a lesson," broke in the impetuous boy." I don't want to learn my book; I want to go to town!"
"I suppose you want to grow up to be a great dunce. Hush, Tad; you shall not go to town
