“A professor!” exclaimed Fred, uneasily. “That will be as bad as being at an evening school. I would rather get along by myself.”
“Just now you wanted help,” said his father.
“I don’t want a professor. He will make me work too hard.”
“I think you will like him,” said Mr. Vivian.
“When is he coming?”
“This evening. He will be here about eight o’clock.”
“Isn’t this a new plan?” asked Mrs. Vivian.
“Don’t you approve of it, my dear?” asked her husband.
“I thought his presence might be a restraint upon us, unless, indeed, Fred goes upstairs with him.”
“No, let me stay here,” urged Fred. “I don’t want to go off with that old man.”