“Oh! I see, Turkey,” I said. “You mean I ought to ask my father.”
“Yes, to be sure, I do mean that,” answered Turkey.
“Then it’s as good as done,” I returned. “I will ask him to-night.”
“She’s a good girl, Elsie,” was all Turkey’s reply.
How it happened I cannot now remember, but I know that, after all, I did not ask my father, and Granny Gregson’s cow had no bite either off the glebe or the farm. And Turkey’s reflections concerning the mother he had to take care of having been interrupted, the end to which they were moving remained for the present unuttered.
I soon grew quite strong again, and had neither plea nor desire for exemption from school labours. My father also had begun to take me in hand as well as my brother Tom; and what with arithmetic and Latin together, not to mention geography and history, I had quite enough to do, and quite as much also as was good for me.
CHAPTER XV
A New Companion
