As to the salary, it seemed princely to these
modest little folk; and the only wonder was, how they should ever spend
it.
"But how will you manage about baby? I don't suppose they'd let him come
to college," giggled Molly, with her mouth full of potato, at which she
naturally choked, and had to be patted on the back by Morton, who
perhaps performed the ceremony with more vigor than was necessary.
"There! there! Morton, gently dear. Now, Molly, don't speak again till
you've swallowed your food. Of course I will have to find some good,
trusty person to look after baby while I'm gone, for I mean you both to
go to school every minute that you can."
The child made a wry face at this.
"And I just know they'll have it most a hundred weeks in a year; they
always do in big cities, Hattie Felcher says so."
"No, they don't," said Morton promptly.
"Well, I guess she knows, Mort Olmstead! Her uncle lives to Boston,
and"--
"Well, she don't, if she says that!" calmly boning his sixth herring.
"She does too!" red with excitement; "she was there visiting when she
was a baby, and she"--
"Hush, Molly! Morton, why will you be so tantalizing? Think a minute,
dear, and tell me how many weeks there are in a year; then you'll see
what Morton means.
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