“Yes, I do; a man must pay his debts if he sells all he has to do it,” said Jack sternly.
“Dear me; it must be something very serious.” And Jill lay quite still for five minutes, thinking over all the ways in which Jack ever did earn money, for Mrs. Minot liked to have her boys work, and paid them in some way for all they did.
“Is there any wood to saw?” she asked presently, being very anxious to help.
“All done.”
“Paths to shovel?”
“No snow.”
“Lawn to rake, then?”
“Not time for that yet.”
“Catalogue of books?”
“Frank got that job.”