“If Them Three ever meets that there Viller man,” commented Huldah confidently, “the fur will fly some.”
“Lucien,” said Silvia thoughtfully, “we are under obligations to these children, you see, after all.”
“Yes,” I acknowledged with a sigh, “seeing they are now ours, bought and paid for, I suppose we’ll have to treat them as such.”
“You wouldn’t send your own kids away to school,” said Pythagoras significantly.
“No,” I reluctantly allowed, answering the protest of Pythagoras, “and we won’t send you. You will all go to the public school tomorrow.”
The deafening Polydore powwow that followed made me hope that Uncle Issachar had met with his just deserts.
