"Father will want us both at home this summer."
"Yes — this summer — I suppose we must. We must do something — we must talk to them at home about it, — gradually."
"If we had books, we could do a great deal at home."
"Yes, if, — But we haven't. And we must have more time. We couldn't do it at home."
"Papa wants us this summer. — And I don't see how he can spare us at all, Rufus."
"I am sure he will let us go," said the other steadily, though with a touch of trouble in his face.
"We are just beginning to help him."
"We can help him much better the other way," said Rufus quickly. "Farming is the most miserable slow way of making money that ever was contrived."
"How do you propose to make money?" inquired his brother coolly.
"I don't know! I am not thinking of making money at present!"