“Yes,” answered Phil slowly.
“You see, it's such a satisfaction to know that all is coming right at last. I am to marry HER, you know, and although it isn't till I am twenty-four——”
“She will be nearly thirty by that time,” said Phil slyly.
“She won't look it!” said Mr. Wilbur, wincing a little. “When I am thirty I shall be worth twenty thousand dollars.”
“You can't save it very soon out of six dollars a week.”
“That is true. I feel sure I shall be raised soon. Did the fortune-teller say anything about your getting rich?”
“No. I can't remember that she did. Oh, yes! she said I would make my fortune, but not in the way I expected.”
“That is queer!” said Mr. Wilbur, interested. “What could she mean?”
“I suppose she meant that I would not save a competence out of five dollars a week.”
“Maybe so.”