“I know one thing you could do.”
“What’s that?”
“You could be a professor in a college.”
John smiled bitterly.
“Without antecedents?” he asked.
Their eyes met; hers dropped, and both voices were silent. Mary drew a soft sigh. She thought their talk had been unprofitable. But it had not. John laid hold of work from that day on in a better and wiser spirit.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE BOUGH BREAKS.