“So you do, but I guess you’ve got more spunk than he ever had. You’ll need it. When do you propose to start in school?”
“As soon as I can. I thought I’d go and see the principal this morning.”
“The sooner the better, I guess. Idleness never gets a body anywhere. Will you have another egg?”
“Yes, please.”
“I’m glad you haven’t got a finicky appetite.” She added bacon to the egg and pushed the toast-rack nearer. “Will you have another cup of coffee?” Joe would and said so. It seemed to him that he would never get enough to eat, which, considering that he hadn’t had anything since six o’clock the night before wasn’t surprising. Aunt Sarah nibbled at a piece of toast and sipped her coffee and was silent. Joe felt that he ought to attempt conversation and presently said:
“You have a very pleasant home, Aunt Sarah.”
“I’m not complaining any,” was the brief response.
A minute later he happened to look up and caught her gaze. He may have been mistaken, but it seemed to him that she was regarding his performance with knife and fork quite approvingly. When he had finished, Aunt Sarah said grace, which to Joe’s thinking was turning things around, and arose.
“I suppose you brought a trunk with you?” she questioned.
“Yes, ma’am, and it ought to be here. The expressman said he would get it around by eight.”