"H'm. What did he say?"
Marian gloomed.
"Just what he always says. 'No more study this year. Out-door life. Bread and milk and sleep.' Tiresome!"
Roderick nodded.
"Hard lines, Sister. And yet—"
He dropped his sentence, and sat staring at the fire.
"Rod! Are you never going to tell me what is in that letter?"
"That letter? Oh, yes. Sure it won't tire you to talk business?"
"Of course not."
"Well, then—I have an offer of a new position. A splendid big one at that."