“I may get over them both,” said Patty, smiling at him.
“You probably will,” said Nan, “before you’ve succeeded in this ridiculous scheme you’ve undertaken.”
“Now, Nannikins, don’t desert Mr. Micawber in that cruel fashion,” Patty flung back, gaily; “the game’s never out till it’s played out, you know; and this game isn’t even yet begun.”
“You’ll be played out before the game is,” said her father.
“Oh, daddy, I’m ’fraid that’s slang! I am truly ’fraid so!”
“Well, mind now, Puss; you’re not to tire yourself too much. Remember when you ’most worked yourself to death, at your Commencement celebration.”
“Yes, but I’ve had a lot of experience since that. And I’m much weller and stronger.”
“Yes, you’re well; but you’re not of a very strong constitution, and never will be. So remember, and don’t overdo.”
“Not I. I can earn fifteen dollars a week, and more too, I know, without overdoing myself.”
“Good-by, then; I must be off. I’ll hear to-night the report of your first day’s work.”