“Can’t he get boarded cheaper?”
“It seems to me that six dollars is very cheap. You remember that I spent a hundred dollars a week for you and Randolph and myself at Saratoga one season. That is about thirty-three dollars apiece.”
“There is no resemblance in the two cases,” said Mrs. Briggs, coldly. “Gilbert Greyson is only a working-boy.”
“And I am a working-man.”
“Don’t talk foolishly, Mr. Briggs,” said his wife, sharply.
“I have not much time to talk foolishly or otherwise. Will you attend to this matter of Gilbert’s board?”
“I will attend to it,” said Mrs. Briggs.
“Then there will be no need of my writing to the office.”
“No, there will be no occasion to trouble yourself further in the matter.”
On this assurance Mr. Briggs dismissed Gilbert from his mind, and shortly afterwards bade good-by to his wife and son.