“I think I’ll split up enough to last two or three days. I have more time Wednesdays than Mondays.”
On Wednesday the only afternoon exercise was declamation, so that, instead of closing at four, the school was usually out, as to-day, at half-past two. At half-past five Harry re-entered the house.
“Isn’t supper ready, mother?” he asked. “I’m as hungry as a bear.”
“Yes, Harry, it is ready; but your father has not got home yet. I have been waiting for him.”
“Where is he at work?”
“On Doctor Lamson’s house, just across the railroad. The doctor is in a hurry to get it finished as soon as possible, and perhaps the carpenters are working extra hours.”
“Did father say anything about it before he went away this morning?”
“No, he didn’t mention any intention of stopping. But he stopped on Monday a little over time, and perhaps he has done so to-night.”
“Well, I hope he’ll return soon, for I feel uncommonly hungry.”