“I don’t see it that way. A girl’s always got such cranky ideas of business.”
“Well, we won’t quarrel about it until you get it. Shall you put in all your money?”
“Every cent, if I have to. I’d like mighty well to have some left, though, for the expense of working the thing.”
“O, Ben, suppose you shouldn’t find any gold?”
“That’s the chance I’ve got to take. But you shall have anything you want, Beth.”
Her face flushed as she saw him glance at her shabby shoes and frock, and she tried to cover her feet with the hem of her dress.
“These are trifles,” she bravely said, pointing to them; “but what I should like would be more schooling.”
“You shall go to school, and before I get any gold either. I know a way to fix it.”
“Don’t anger Mr. Hodges, will you, Ben?” She turned an anxious face toward him.