“Yes, madam.”
“I must think what I can do for you. I might give you money, but when that was gone you would be no better off.”
“I would much rather have help in getting a place.”
Mrs. Harvey leaned her head on her hand and looked thoughtful.
“You are right,” she said. “Let me think.”
Rodney waited, hoping that the lady would be able to think of something to his advantage.
Finally she spoke.
“I think you said you understood Latin and Greek?”
“I have studied both languages and French also. I should have been ready to enter college next summer.”
“Then perhaps I shall be able to do something for you. I live in Philadelphia, but I have a brother living in West Fifty Eighth Street. He has one little boy, Arthur, now nine years of age. Arthur is quite precocious, but his health is delicate, and my brother has thought of getting a private instructor for him. Do you like young children?”