Mrs. Merton was rather astonished when her grand-nephew Harold walked into her room one day and inquired for her health. (She had been absent from the dinner table on account of a headache.)
"Thank you, Harold," she said. "I am feeling a little better."
"Have you any errand you would like to have me do for you?"
Mrs. Merton was still more surprised, for offers of services were rare with Harold.
"Thank you, again," she said, "but Luke was here this morning, and I gave him two or three commissions."
"Perhaps you would like me to read to you, Aunt Eliza."
"Thank you, but I am a little afraid it wouldn't be a good thing for my head. How are you getting on at school, Harold?"
"Pretty well."
"You don't want to go to college?"
"No. I think I would rather be a business man."
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