I'm afraid there'll be no more school for you now, Frank darling. Will you mind having to go to work? "Mind it Why, no, mother; not the least bit. I'm quite old enough, ain't I?" "I suppose you are, dear; though I would like to have you stay at your lessons for one more year anyway. What kind of work would you like best?" "That's not a hard question to answer, mother. I want to be what father was." The mother's face grew pale at this reply, and for some few moments she made no response.