"Oh, shall I?" said Taffy, taken aback.
"Certainly; it was your father's wish."
"But the money?"
"With your scholarship there's enough to keep you there for the four years. After that, no doubt, you will be earning a good income."
"But—" He remembered what had been said about the lace-money, and could not help wondering.
"Taffy," said his mother, touching his hand, "leave all this to me until your degree is taken. You have a race to run and must not start unprepared. If you could have seen his joy when the news came of the demy-ship!"
Taffy kissed her and went up to his room. He found his books laid out on the little table there.
4
Tredinnis, February 13, 18—.
My dear Taffy: