"Then put it by to look at. As long as I have brains to work with, I shall think of my mother. Have you forgotten how she worked for us? I wish you would come and live with me?"
Jane entered into all her arguments for deeming that she should be better with Gar. Not the least of them was, that she should still be near Helstonleigh. Of all her sons, Jane, perhaps unconsciously to herself, most loved her eldest: and to go far away from him would have been another trouble.
By-and-by, they saw Gar coming back. And he did not look as if he had been receiving a reprimand: quite the contrary. He came in almost as impulsively as he used to do in his schoolboy days.
"Frank, you were right! The bishop is going to give me a living. Mother, it is true."
"Of course," said Frank. "I always am right."
"The bishop did not keep me waiting a minute, although I was there before my time. He was very kind, and——"
"But about the living?" cried impatient Frank.
"I am telling you, Frank. The bishop said he had watched us grow up—meaning you, as well—and he felt pleased to tell me that he had never seen anything but good in either of us. But I need not repeat all that. He went on to ask me whether I should be prepared to do my duty zealously in a living, were one given to me. I answered that I hoped I should—and the long and the short of it is, that I am going to be appointed to one."
"Long live the bishop!" cried Frank. "Where's the living situated! In the moon?"
"Ah, where indeed? Guess what living it is, mother."