Jane smiled. "Well, I hope I am, Frank; although I help to make gloves and teach boys English."
"How well Mr. Lynn speaks French!" exclaimed William.
"Does he speak it?"
"As a native. I cannot tell what his accent may be, but he speaks it as readily as Monsieur Colin. Shall we learn, mamma? It will be the greatest advantage to us, Monsieur Colin conversing with us in French."
"But what about the time, William?"
"Oh, if you will manage the money, we will manage the time," returned William, laughing. "Only trust to us, mother. We will make it, and neglect nothing."
"Then, William, you may tell Monsieur Colin that you shall learn."
"Fair and easy!" broke out Frank; a saying of his when pleased. "Mamma, I think, what with one thing and another turning up, we boys shall be getting quite first-class education."
"Although mamma feared we never should accomplish it," returned William. "As did I."
"Fear!" cried Frank. "I didn't. I knew that 'where there's a will there's a way.' Degeneres animos timor arguit," added he, finishing off with one of his favourite Latin quotations; but forgetting, in his flourish, that he was paying a poor compliment to his mother and his brother.