“Professor Hogan’s,” was the reply.
“Well, now, I want to know!” ejaculated the farmer. “And you have some other kind of business, maybe?”
“Oh, yes,” answered Ben. “I am also engaged in the oil business. I’ve got fifteen pumping wells.”
“You don’t say so!” returned the visitor.
Meantime the mother and daughter, in the kitchen, were propounding conundrums to Lizzie Topley. Noticing the numerous young ladies sitting about the room, the old lady inquired what sort of a place it was.
“This is a female college,” said Lizzie, gravely.
“A female college. Well, I do declare!” exclaimed the farmer’s wife. “What an excellent idee to be sure. Here we’ve lived in the oil country all these years and never had a college before. Who is the professor?”
“Hogan, his name is;” answered Lizzie—“Professor Hogan.”
“And what are the terms?” continued the old lady.
“Fifty dollars a quarter!”