“I wish I could have gone to college,” said Gilbert, regretfully.
“It takes money to go to college,” said Randolph, complacently; “I intend to live in style when I go there.”
“I am afraid, Gilbert,” said young Ingalls, “we must put off going till our wages are raised.”
“I must put it off forever,” said Gilbert.
“I have hopes of getting ready when I am fifty,” said the young man; “perhaps Mr. Briggs will be a professor at that time.”
“I wouldn’t teach,” said Randolph, “though it is very respectable to be a professor. I shall be a man of fortune.”
Mr. Ingalls glanced quietly at Gilbert. He was evidently amused by the self-importance of the young aristocrat.
“Do you like your place, Gilbert?” asked Randolph.
“Pretty well.”
“You haven’t got any ice-water here, have you?”