“No, sir, I’m not. Besides, I didn’t know—I mean——”
“You mean you wasn’t certain you’d get it, eh? Well, you will when I get through with it. And there’s a tidy bit goes with it, too. If I didn’t leave it to you, who would I leave it to?” Uncle Israel glared quite ferociously.
“I hope you won’t leave it to anyone, sir, for a long time yet. Are you feeling much better?”
“Humph! I guess I’ll pull through. Will if that woman don’t starve me to death. What you been doing, Tom?”
“I played baseball for the high school yesterday, sir. I pitched for them.”
Uncle Israel nodded. “That’s play. What you been doing in the way of work? Cummings and Wright still satisfied with you?”
“I think so. You remember I told you they’d promised me a raise of wages in September.”
“Must have money to waste,” Uncle Israel grumbled. But his eyes held a kindly gleam in spite of his ungracious tone and Tom suspected that Uncle Israel was secretly a bit proud of his success. “I s’pose your school’s about over, ain’t it?”
“Yes, sir, it closes Wednesday.”