"It does seem a shame, after we've kept it so long," returned his sister. "But do as you think best. Only, Jack, dear, please don't worry. It will all come out right in the end."
Her brother had laid down his knife and fork and was resting his chin on his hand in deep meditation.
"You're right, Deb," he exclaimed starting up, "and I ought to be thankful for what we have got, especially for having such a good little sister to ease things up."
"Say, Jack," suddenly began Deb, struck with an idea, "you are so handy with the tools, why don't you open a little shop of your own? Wouldn't it pay?"
Jack's face brightened more than it had for many a day.
"I'm glad you said that," he replied. "I've often thought of it. But I hated to give up a certainty like my wages for----"
"Yes, but now----" began Deb.
"One misfortune gives me a chance to tempt another." He gave a sorry little laugh. "Is that what you mean?"
"You'll get along--never fear."
"There ought to be a chance, true enough. I could sharpen tools, repair lawn mowers and bicycles, and mend all sorts of things. There is no such shop in Corney as yet, and it ought to pay."