“I am sure I don’t know. He will have to get well first.”
“I wish I could catch Jabez Garrison. I’d—I’d strangle him!”
“Frank, you mustn’t speak like that!”
“I don’t care, mother. See what mischief he has created.”
“Well, we must face the truth, Frank.” Mrs. Hardy wrung her hands. “I am sure I do not know what we shall do.”
“I know what I am going to do, mother,” he returned, quickly. “I’ve been thinking it over ever since I got home.”
“What is that?”
“I’m going to work.”
The fond mother smiled faintly.
“Yes; I’m afraid we shall no longer be able to support you unless you do something.”