“And you think he isn’t far enough advanced, Mr. Lovering, to enter this Fall?”
“He isn’t advanced at all!” blurted Dick. “What he has learned he has forgotten. He—he’s two years behind those requirements, Mrs. Townsend.”
“Dear me! And I had hoped——” She sighed tremulously. “What do you advise?”
“I advise you to make Harold understand that he’s got to do what I tell him to, and that if he doesn’t he will be punished.”
“But I never could punish him!”
“No’m, I’m sure of that,” agreed Dick. “You let me do it.”
“You?” she faltered. “Could you—that is——”
“I don’t mean whip him, Mrs. Townsend, or anything like that. I’ll find a way that will answer quite as well.”
“Could you really? But how?”
“I don’t know just yet,” Dick owned. “But I’ll find a way. Really, Mrs. Townsend, you’ll have to do something of that sort. Harold’s just wasting his time and mine. And I can’t take your money when I’m not earning it.”