Blynn was regarding Kate in deep perplexity.
“Remember Pestalozzi,” she ignored her mother. “You have just his spirit and just his gift. You have something of his face, too. Oh, I know they say he was a plain man, but they called Lincoln that. Few people understand the beauty of ruggedness—”
“Thanks,” he bowed.
“Children always understand. And they thoroughly comprehend you, Allen Blynn. I have watched you at your work. It’s—it’s just great! That’s your job, sir!”
“Oh, I hope you’re right,” he glowed innocently. “Wouldn’t it be fine! You could help— There! That’s your job, madam!”
“And Gorgas could do the shop end—” Kate put in enthusiastically.
“And Bardek!” remembered Allen. “Wouldn’t he be a cracker-jack at the languages!—”
“And Mac,” remarked Mrs. Levering satirically. “He could teach horsemanship and stabling.”
“Why not!” exclaimed both Kate and Allen. “Mac cares for horses the way everybody should care for children,” said one. “He’s the sort of teacher I should want for myself,” said the other.
And so they chattered until Allen remembered that the lack of funds stood forever in the way.