After a little while, they softly left the room, and seated themselves on the step of the outer door, where they could talk together in more freedom, and yet be very sure to see Mr. Burnap before he left the house.
In about half an hour, their mother called them.
“Come here, my boy,” said Mr. Burnap, extending his hand to Ernest, as he advanced. “Your mother tells me that you are fond of your books. Would you like to give up going out with your basket, and attend a good school?”
Ernest hesitated.
“Speak out, my boy. Tell us what is in your mind.”
“I should love to go to school very much, Sir, if I was sure that my mother would not have to work too hard. My basket earns enough to buy us many comforts.”
“I will see that your mother is provided for. Would you, then, like to attend school?”
“Oh, very much, Sir. I will study hard.”
“That is right. You are a good son, and I think you will be a good man. As for my little Rosy, I am sure she is a good little girl, and does all she can to be useful.”
“I can sweep the room, Sir,” replied Rosy, smiling pleasantly, as the gentleman drew her to his side.