'To live in Scotland.' His voice sank a little.
'Oh, Master Caleb!'
He looked across at his sister, and half smiled.
Great rough boy as I was, I nearly burst out crying. I stammered, began to say I was sorry, and had to stop short.
He put his hand kindly on my shoulder, and presently he said, 'There is just a chance of their not going, Willie. It was not finally settled—just a chance.'
'It's quite as good as settled,' observed Mrs. Janet, without looking up.
'I know it is.'
'Why, why do they?' I asked, finding my voice at last, but with a sort of crack in it.
'Because they want him to be Professor of Chemistry at some place in Scotland, if you must know everything,' said Mrs. Janet, answering again, to my surprise. 'That book you have there is very much thought of, and he is Scotch, and so he wants to go—There!'
'But Mistress Dorothy?'