“We have not settled about Dick,” I reminded her.
“Mother took rather a liking to him,” she murmured.
“If Dick could make a living,” I said, “by getting people to like him, I should not be so anxious about his future—lazy young devil!”
“He has promised to work hard if you let him take up farming,” said Miss Janie.
“He has been talking to you?” I said.
She admitted it.
“He will begin well,” I said. “I know him. In a month he will have tired of it, and be clamouring to do something else.”
“I shall be very disappointed in him if he does,” she said.
“I will tell him that,” I said, “it may help. People don’t like other people to be disappointed in them.”
“I would rather you didn’t,” she said. “You could say that father will be disappointed in him. Father formed rather a good opinion of him, I know.”