“It relieves my mind wonderfully,” remarked the doctor; “for now I’m quite sure my poor grandchildren will not go hungry. But, Will, the earning will never be any bigger. That’s the extent of the possibilities in mushroom growing. Are you satisfied with the prospect?”
“Certainly I am, Doctor. It’s just that much more than I ever expected to earn, at my age; and the beauty of it is, I can go to school at the same time.”
“But when you’ve finished your school days, what then?”
“Why, I haven’t thought much about that,” confessed Will. “But I’ll have a nice little nest-egg by that time, and can go into business that will pay better. And Egbert can continue to raise the mushrooms, because it’s one of the few things the poor fellow is fitted for.”
“Very good,” said the doctor.
“What business would you advise me to get into, Doctor?”
“Let’s wait awhile, and see what happens. Keep busy, my boy; make every day of your life count, and the future will be sure to take care of itself.”
That afternoon the good doctor met Mr. Williams, who stopped to converse with him.
“Do you remember our conversation in regard to Jordan’s relations with John Carden, which we had about a year ago?” he asked.
“Yes,” was the prompt answer.