"But some preparation is necessary, Rufus, ain't it? -- we must
know more than we do before we can go to College, mustn't we?
How will you get that?"

"I don't know, I will get it. Preparation! -- yes!"

"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.