A little out of the village, in a handsome house, the best in Hampton, lived Major Sturgis, a wealthy landholder, who had plenty to live upon and nothing in particular to do, except to look after his property. He was a portly man, who walked with a slow, dignified step, leaning on a gold-headed cane, and evidently felt his importance. His son, Sam, was a chip of the old block. He condescended to associate with the village boys, because solitary grandeur is not altogether pleasant. He occasionally went to New York to visit a cousin of about his own age. From such a visit he had just returned, bringing back with him a new idea. "Father," he said, "Cousin Henry has a boy about his own age to wait on him, black his boots, and run errands." "Has he?" asked the major mechanically, not looking up from the daily paper which he was reading. "Yes, sir. He don't pay him much, you know, only five dollars a month and his board, and Henry finds it very convenient." Major Sturgis did not reply. In fact, he was too much interested in the article he was reading. "Ain't you as rich as uncle?" asked Sam, who was gradually leading up to his proposal. "Yes, Sam, I think so," answered his father, laying down the paper and removing his gold-bowed spectacles. "Then why won't you let me have a servant, too?" "What do you want of a servant? There are servants enough in the house." "I want a boy to follow me round, and do just what I bid him." "I don't see any necessity for it." "He could do errands for you, too, father," said Sam diplomatically. "We would have to send to the city for a boy, in case I let you have one." "No, we wouldn't," answered Sam. "Do you know of any one around here?" "Yes; there is Ben Stanton. He's got to find something to do." "I thought you didn't like Ben Stanton," said the major, in some surprise. "I have heard you say-" "Oh, he's rather uppish-feels too big for a poor boy; but I would soon train him. I'd make him know his place." "Your remarks are well founded, my son. Only yesterday I met the boy on the village street, and instead of taking off his hat and making a low bow, as he should do to a man of my position, he nodded carelessly, and said. 'How are you, major?' Really, I don't know what the country is coming to, when the rising generation is so deficient in veneration." "The fact is, father, Ben thinks himself as good as anybody. You'd think, by the way he speaks to me, that he considered himself my equal." "That is one of the evils incident to a republican form of government," said the major pompously. "For my part, I prefer the English social system, where the gentry are treated with proper deference." "Well, father, may I engage Ben as my servant?" "I am afraid you would not find him properly subordinate." "Just leave that to me," said Sam confidently. "If I can't teach him his place, then nobody can. I should enjoy having him to order about."