“Mention your proposal to the creditors when you meet them this day week,” she said.
Neither of them spoke for several minutes. Then Evan came close to her, saying:
“What is it you want of me, mother?”
“I want nothing, Van—I can support myself.”
“But what would you have me do, mother?”
“Be honest; do your duty, and don’t be a fool about it.”
“I will try,” he rejoined. “You tell me to make the money. Where and how can I make it? I am perfectly willing to work.”
“In this house,” said Mrs. Mel; and, as this was pretty clear speaking, she stood up to lend her figure to it.
“Here?” faltered Evan. “What! be a ——”
“Tailor!” The word did not sting her tongue.