Summary

Jr. Horatio Alger Herbert Carter's Legacy; Or, the Inventor's Son

Temple,” said the squire, as the young gentleman came in to supper a little late.
“Indeed! How old are you, James?”
James took in at a glance the visitor's appearance, which did not give the impression of prosperity, and answered, with haughty condescension: “I am almost sixteen.”
“I congratulate you, Mr. Leech,” said Temple. “I am not blessed with a son. I would gladly give twenty thousand dollars could I have a son of your boy's age.”
James pricked up his ears. Temple spoke as if he had the twenty thousand dollars to give. He must be a man of property and so entitled to respect.
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Jr. Horatio Alger Herbert Carter's Legacy; Or, the Inventor's Son

The squire wanted their house, and was mean enough to desire to get it at less than its value, though two or three hundred dollars would have been of little account to him, while to the poor widow whom he wished to defraud it was a great sum.
“How can a rich man be so mean?” exclaimed Herbert, indignantly.
That question has puzzled more than our hero. Is there something in riches that dwarfs the man, and makes him mean and ignoble? In too many instances such appears to be the effect.
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Jr. Horatio Alger Herbert Carter's Legacy; Or, the Inventor's Son

You expect to work some time, don't you?”
“Not with my hands,” said James. “I shall never be reduced to that.”
“Do you think it so very bad to work with your hands? Isn't it respectable?”
“Oh, I suppose it's respectable,” said James; “but only the lower classes do it.”
“Am I one of the lower classes?” asked Herbert, amused.
“Of course you are.”
“But suppose I should get rich some day,” said Herbert.
“That isn't very likely. You can't get rich raising vegetables.”
“No, I don't expect to. Still, I may in some other way. Didn't you ever know any poor boys that got rich?”
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