Soaking in a tub of clean water after his hot and dusty day, with a nice suit of clean clothing ready to put on, Glen felt that he was indeed fortunate. He actually concluded that he was getting better treatment than he deserved. He was still embarrassed by the thought, when he went downstairs and found Will and his mother at the table.
"I've told mother all about you," announced Bill. "You have her official seal of approval."
"Don't mind what he says," interrupted Mrs. Spencer. "A boy who wants to do right always has a place with me. But you get a reserved seat because you're going to help Willie."
"I hope I'll be able to. I'll surely try."
"Oh, you're just the strong young fellow he needs. He's had the plan quite a while but so many people—"
"Not so very many, mother," interrupted Will. "Very few people know of it."
"Well, the people that you've told—you know how they have all acted or spoken as if it were a wild goose chase—"
"They think so; that's their privilege."
"No it isn't. They shouldn't think so. You've studied it out and you know it's as bright a thought as ever helped any man to a fortune and I'm glad this big boy is going to help you work it."
"And then I'll be rich enough to buy you a home, and to go to that big hospital and get my old pegs fixed up so they can put artificial legs on me that I really can walk on."