“Well, Chester,” said Mr. Gardener, pleasantly, “have you disposed of your lots in Tacoma yet?”
“No, Mr. Gardener. In fact, I had almost forgotten about them.”
“Sometime they may prove valuable.”
“I wish it might be soon.”
“I fancy you will have to wait a few years. By the time you are twenty-one you may come into a competence.”
“I won’t think of it till then.”
“That’s right. Work as if you had nothing to look forward to.”
“You don’t want to take me into your office and make a lawyer of me, Mr. Gardener, do you?”
“Law in Wyncombe does not offer any inducements. If I depended on my law business, I should fare poorly, but thanks to a frugal and industrious father, I have a fair income outside of my earnings. Mrs. Rand, my visit this morning is to you. How would you like to take a boarder?”
Chester and his mother looked surprised.