“But you will want clothes.”
“I have enough for the present, and I am laying up fifty cents a week to buy more when I need them.”
“You can’t buy many for twenty-six dollars a year. But that doesn’t allow anything for your sister’s expenses.”
“That is what puzzles me, sir,” said Frank, fixing a troubled glance upon the fire. “I shall have to work in the evenings for Grace.”
“What can you do?”
“I could copy, but I suppose there isn’t much chance of getting copying to do.”
“Then you have a good handwriting?”
“Pretty fair, sir.”
“Let me see a specimen. There are pen and ink on the table, and here is a sheet of paper.”
Frank seated himself at the table, and wrote his name on the paper.