“I shall be a better boy if you will let me come here sometimes and see you study. Say that you will, Marston. There goes the bell. Say that I may come.”
“As often as you like.”
“If my lessons are good to-morrow, you may take the credit of it;” and the door closed.
Presently Richard came in, flung down his cap and gloves, and hastily tore the envelope from a letter.
“I declare it’s too bad; not a cent of money. Father has no idea of the little things that draw upon the purse.”
“It cannot be that you have used the last he sent,” I exclaimed, seeing his look of distress.
“Yes, but I have though, and had to borrow besides. You see every thing is so high; our suppers have cost enormously; and now the lectures are coming on, and I have not a dime.”
“I have several tickets; that need not trouble you.”
“The lectures would be dull enough if it was not for something afterwards: and the sleigh-rides; I’ve promised ever so many I’d treat them to a ride. It’s just the time now; and the old fellow don’t seem to appreciate it at all.”
“He appreciates study more, perhaps.”