"Miss Prudence likes us, that's the reason, and we like her."
"But that doesn't repay money."
"She thinks it does. And so do we."
"How much board does the master pay?" inquired grandmother.
"I don't know; I didn't ask. He has brought all his books and the spare chamber is full. He let me help him pile them up. But he says I must not read one without asking him."
"I don't see what you want to read them for," said the old lady sharply.
"Can't your mother find enough for you to do. In my day—"
"But your day was a long time ago," interrupted her daughter-in-law.
"Yes, yes, most a hundred, and girls want everything they can get now.
Perhaps the master hears your lessons to pay his board."
"Perhaps," assented Marjorie.
"They say bees pay their board and work for you beside," said Mrs. Rheid. "I guess he's like a bee. I expect the Widow Devoe can't help wishing he had stayed to her house."