“Yes,” said Paul, “I’m going to study to be an engineer—going to Vancouver or some other place where I can get teaching and experience in an office.”
“Why! you ain’t got no schoolin’. It takes a lot of schoolin’ to be an engineer, and a lot of money.”
“I know,” said Paul gloomily, “but I know the books, and——”
“‘Know the books’? An’ what d’ ye mean by that?”
“Yes, my—I had three books of my father’s with me up north. I know them backwards. And I’ve got three hundred dollars about, and that will see me through this winter. And then I’ll get a start.”
“Say! boy! You never seen a city yet, eh?”
“No,” smiled Paul.
“Don’t know what livin’ in a city means, eh?”
“No, but——”
“Three hundred dollars! An’ your fare to Vancouver to pay, an’ your clothes to get, an’ you got to go round with the boys—an’—say, don’t do nothin’ till I talk with Ma.”