"And so we do!" said Frank. "When Philip's note came to me last night, and we were—were——"
"Laughing over it!" suggested Mr. Glenn, helping out Frank's hesitation, and laughing himself.
"Yes, that's it; only I did not like to say it," acknowledged Frank. "But I dare say you know, sir, how most of the college boys write. Mamma said then, how glad we ought to be that she can make time to teach us better, and that we have the resolution to persevere."
"I wish your mother would admit my sons to her class," said Mr. Glenn, half-seriously, half-jokingly. "I would give her any recompense."
"Shall I ask her?" cried Frank.
"Perhaps she would feel hurt?"
"Oh no, she wouldn't," answered Frank impulsively. "I will ask her."
"I should not like such a strict mother," avowed Philip Glenn.
"Strict!" echoed Frank. "Mamma's not strict."
"She must be. She says you shan't come fishing with us to-morrow."