“Hurrah for us!” shouted Arthur, “That will put us above some people who now look down on us because we can’t show as much style as they do, and if I don’t—Say, father, you are not going to live out there in that wild region, are you?”
“I don’t see how I can help it. I must look after Bob’s interests, you know.”
“Can’t you hire an agent, and let him look out for them?”
“I suppose I could; but I don’t want to,” said Uncle Bob, who had already determined upon the course he intended to pursue. “I can please myself better.”
“Must I live out there, too?” inquired Arthur.
“For a while, yes. Where do you want to go?”
“I want to stay right here, and take satisfaction out of some of these people who think themselves better than I am.”
“It is getting quite fashionable now for young men of means to go to college,” observed Uncle Bob.
“How much does it cost?”
“That depends upon the depth of one’s pocket. In your case I should say that fifteen or twenty thousand dollars would be a sufficient sum. Of course you would want to go among the best of the students, and it would take money, and plenty of it, to enable you to do that.”