ABSTRACT
With these words, and without deigning to bestow any species of parting salutation upon those to whom they were addressed, Mr. Parsons left the room.
CHAPTER V.
W H I L E the superintendent, in his serpentine course homeward, scattered the tidings of his master’s munificence towards the factoryboy, Michael Armstrong and his mother indulged themselves in a few parting words and very tender caresses; the mother continuing to repeat at intervals, “ B e sure, darling, to be a good boy, and do what you’re b id , ” while the son reiterated his entreaties that she
45 and Teddy would take care one of t’other, and have him back again, spite of every thing, if they found that they could not do so well without him.
