Horatio Alger

“ By the way, boy, have you been in the habit of reading dime novels?"
"I never read one in my life, sir."
"Then I think you would succeed in writing them. For a boy of sixteen, you certainly have a vivid imagination."
"I quite agree with my husband," said Mrs. Pitkin. "The boy's story is ridiculously improbable. I can't understand how he has the face to stand there and expect Uncle Oliver to swallow such rubbish."
"I don't expect you to believe it, either of you," said Philip manfully, "for you have never treated me fairly." ”

“ Pitkin, rising with dignity. "Since Uncle Oliver chooses to charge his own nephew with being a thief----"
"I beg pardon, Lavinia, I have not done so."
"You might just as well," said Lavinia Pitkin, tossing her head. "Come, Mr. Pitkin; come, my poor Lonny, we will go home. This is no place for you."
"Good-evening, Lavinia," said Mr. Carter calmly. "I shall be glad to see you whenever you feel like calling."
"When you have discharged that boy, I may call again," said Mrs. Pitkin spitefully.
"You will have to wait some time, then. I am quite capable of managing my own affairs." ”

“ Do me the favor, when Philip calls next week, to hand him a check."
"You mean to retain him in your employ after this?" asked Mrs. Pitkin sharply.
"Yes, I do. Why shouldn't I?"
"You are very trustful," observed the lady, tossing her head. "If this had happened to Lonny here, we should never have heard the last of it."
"Perhaps not!" responded the old gentleman dryly. "When a young gentleman is trusted with a letter to mail containing money, and that letter never reaches its destination, it may at least be inferred that he is careless." ”