Their Boy. Well, why not be a soldier? Philip Hexton shook his head. No, father. Theres something very brave in a soldiers career; but I should like to save life, not destroy it. You would save life in times of trouble; fight for your country, and that sort of thing. No, father; I shall not be a soldier. A sailor, then? I have not sufficient love of adventure, father. Oh no, my boy, dont be a sailor, said Mrs Hexton piteously. I have had sufferings enough over your fathers risks in the mine. No, no, Phil; you must not be a sailor, said sturdy, grey-haired old Hexton, laughing. I should never get a wink of sleep if you did. Every time the wind blew your mother would be waking me up to ask me if I didnt think you were wrecked. No, dear; I shall not be a sailor, said Philip Hexton; and leaving his chair at the breakfast table he went round to his mothers side, sank down on one knee, passed his arm around her, and drew her to his broad breast. It was a pleasant sight to see the look of pride come into the mothers face, as she laid one hand upon her sons shoulder, and pressed a few loose strands of hair away from his thoughtful forehead, which wrinkled slightly, and there was a look of anxiety in his face as he looked tenderly at the loving woman. Thats right, Phil dear, she said; dont choose any life that is full of risks. Dont try to make a milksop of him, mother, said Mr Hexton, laughing. Why, one would think Phil was ten years old, instead of twenty. I say, my boy, had she aired your night-cap for you last night, and warmed the bed? Well, I must confess to the warm bed, father, said the young man. A night-cap I never wear. I thought so, said Mr Hexton, chuckling. You must not stop at home, Phil. Shell want you to have camomile tea three times a week. You may joke as much as you like, Hexton, said his wife, bridling, but no one shall ever say that I put anybody into a damp bed; and as for the camomile tea, many a time has it given you health when you have been ailing. Why, you dont think I ever took any of the stuff you left out for me, do you? Of course, dear. Never took a glass of it, said Old Hexton, chuckling. Threw it all out of the window. Then it was a great shame, said Mrs Hexton angrily, and a very bad example to set to your son. Never mind, Phil; dont you take it, chuckled Mr Hexton. Then becoming serious he went on: Well, theres no hurry, my boy; only now that you are back from Germany, and can talk High Dutch and Low Dutch, and French, and all the rest of it, why it is getting time to settle what you are to do. I could allow you so much a year, and let you be a gentleman, with nothing to do, if I liked; but I dont hold with a young fellow going through life and being of no use-only a tailors dummy to wear fine clothes. Oh no, father; I mean to take to a business life, said Philip Hexton quickly....