Fanny laughed and shrugged her shoulders.
“If you don’t, somebody else will,” she replied. “It was Deacon Whittle, wasn’t it? He stopped at the house this afternoon and wanted to know where to find you.”
“They’re going right to work on the old place, and there’s plenty to do for everybody, including yours truly, at four dollars a day.”
“What sort of work?” inquired Fanny.
“All sorts: pulling down and building up; clearing away and replanting. The place is a jungle, you know. But four dollars a day! It’s like taking candy from a baby.”
“It sounds like a great deal,” said the girl. “But why shouldn’t you do it?”
Jim laughed.
“Why, indeed? I might earn enough to put a shingle or two on our own roof. It looks like honest money; but—”
Fanny was busy putting the finishing touches to the supper table.
“Mother’s going to stop for tea at Mrs. Daggett’s, and go to prayer meeting afterward,” she said. “We may as well eat.”