“Yes,” he said, “grandfather knows what is best for me.”
“Rodney’s case is very different,” Mrs. Tarbox could not help saying. “His future is provided for, Grant had nothing to look forward to here except the life of a farm laborer.”
“Is he too proud to work on a farm?” sneered Mrs. Bartlett.
“No more than your son Rodney,” calmly replied Mrs. Tarbox.
“I’ve got something better to do than to work on a farm,” said Rodney, in a lofty tone. “Just fancy me in overalls, ma!”
“To be sure!” chimed in his mother.
“It aint no disgrace to wear overalls,” said Seth Tarbox, who did not aspire to be thought genteel, like his daughter and Rodney.
“Of course not, pa!” said Mrs. Bartlett, in a conciliatory tone. “You are a substantial farmer, and find it necessary to superintend your own work.”
“I hope Rodney aint got no foolish notions about bein’ too high-toned for honest work.”
“No, pa; but Rodney isn’t rugged, and his father and myself mean to make a lawyer of him.”