As my uncle had in a measure pledged himself to complete the arrangement, he felt a pride in doing so. He honestly and sincerely believed that I was living beyond my means, and here was an opportunity for me to change my style, and make something by it at the same time. He might have succeeded better if he had not begun by attempting to drive me into compliance.
“I have no idea of boarding with my mother-in-law again, and paying her thirty dollars a week for accommodations I can procure for ten,” I replied, to my uncle’s proposition.
“Then board somewhere else. I don’t care where you board; but it will cost you three thousand dollars a year to live in that house.”
“I think not.”
“I know it will,” responded my uncle, sharply.
“Time will tell.”
“Leave a fool to his folly,” snarled the captain out of patience with me.
“I will leave you to yours,” I replied.
“Will you pay the note?”
“When?”