“Your ‘brave, rash boy’ is all right,” retorted Aaron. “Get on to the really important part of the letter.”
Mrs. Rushton darted an indignant glance at her brother-in-law, but went on, her eyes shining and her breath coming fast. When she had finished she was almost as excited as Aaron Rushton himself.
They looked at each other in mutual congratulation, he rejoicing in the unexpected windfall, she exulting in the part her boys had played in the affair.
At that moment Mr. Mansfield Rushton, returning 102 from business, strode into the room. He tossed his hat on a chair and greeted his wife affectionately.
“You seem to be conducting a correspondence school, judging from the letters on hand,” he said gaily.
He seemed to bring a flood of sunshine with him, and it was easy to see where Fred and Teddy got their high spirits and joyous outlook on life.
“You’d never guess what’s happened, Mansfield!” cried his wife. “We’ve just got letters from the boys and there’s the greatest news,” she added proudly.
“Let’s see them,” he said with quick interest.
“Read this one first,” she said, thrusting Teddy’s letter into his hand.
“Why!” he said in surprise, as he glanced at the address, “this is directed to Aaron.”