"Yes; even if he can't get in right away."
"That's nice, too. It's quite the style for young men to go to college. Some of them put on a sight of airs, though. He doesn't look like that kind."
"He isn't," she returned warmly. "He is going to work his way through."
"Oh! Hasn't he any father?"
"Yes; but his father will not do anything for him. I think it is real grand of him."
Polly nodded, but she lost interest in the young man.
Bentley walked home with Cynthia. It was afternoon, so he did not really need to.
"I suppose that cousin isn't going to live with you?" he asked presently.
"Oh, no; he will have to live in Boston."
"And come up here for Sundays?"