“Strike while the iron’s hot. If you want to know what that means, never put off till to-morrow what you can do to-day.”
“You don’t mean I should go right home and do it?” said Philip, nervously.
“No; wait till to-night—when everybody is in bed. Then steal downstairs and do the job. The sooner it’s over, the better!”
“I’ll see about it,” replied Philip, hesitatingly.
“He’s a little coward,” said Congreve to himself; “but I guess I can bring him to it.”
CHAPTER XXXII — PHILIP DOES NOT FEEL HAPPY
At supper time Philip seemed so sober and preoccupied that his mother said:
“What ails you, Philip?”
“Nothing. What makes you ask?”