great deal."

David was only too glad to obey, so after he had taken off his coat and
hung it up back of the stove to dry, he stretched himself at full
length upon the settle.

"This does feel good," and he gave a sigh of relief.

"You're tired, that's what's the trouble with you," Betty replied.
"You shouldn't have a bit of work to do. You're too old, and you
should have some one to look after you all the time."

"How nice it would be if we could live in a place like this, and not go
back to Jim Goban's. Would you be willing to take care of me?" David
asked.

"Sure, I would like nothing better. But, then, there are some things
in the way."

"What are they?"

"Well, you see, there's the question of money. We haven't any
ourselves, and I don't think any one is likely to drop it at our feet
in a hurry. And besides, Jim's got you for a year and he wouldn't want
to give you up; he's going to get a lot of work out of you, so he
plans."

"I know that only too well, Betty. But when I get rich, I mean. If I
had a little place like this you would look after me, would you not? I
would pay you well, and we could be so happy."