"I hope it won't get you into trouble, Sam."
"He won't suspect me. He'll know I couldn't break into his desk, and he won't know anything about having dropped it on the floor. I don't see how he came to be so careless."
"Depend upon it, Sam, it was the work of Providence. Mother says that God often overrules the designs of the wicked, and I think this is an instance. Henceforth, Sam, though you are old Wolverton's nephew, I shall consider you a friend of our family. Why can't you stay to supper to-night?"
"It would never do, Bob, unless I asked permission."
"Then ask permission."
"I am afraid it wouldn't be granted."
"If your uncle is as mean as I think he is, he would be glad for you to get a meal at the expense of somebody else."
"He wouldn't like to have me enjoy myself," said Sam.
"Is he so mean as that?"
"Whenever he hears me singing, he looks mad, and wants to know why I am making a fool of myself."
"He's an uncle to be proud of," said Bob, ironically.
"I just wish I could live at your house, Bob."