“I said come back here.”
The lad did so, his self-possession and quiet dignity never deserting him for an instant. This angered the crabbed old uncle more than ever.
“When will you get through school?”
“Tomorrow, I believe.”
“Huh! Then, I suppose you intend to loaf for the rest of the summer and live on my hard earned savings. Is that it?”
“No, sir; I hadn’t thought of doing anything of the sort. I thought—”
“What did you think?”
“I thought I would find something to do. Of course, I do not expect to be idle. I shall work at something until school begins again next fall, then, of course, I shall not be able to do so much.”
“School! You’ve had enough school! In my days boys didn’t spend the best part of their lives in going to school. They worked.”
“Yes, sir; I am willing to work, too. But, Uncle, I must have an education. I shall be able to earn so much more then, and, if necessary, I shall be able to pay you for all you have spent on me, which isn’t much, you know.”