"Come back here!"

Phil halted, turning.

"I said come back here."

The lad did so, his self-possession and quiet dignity never
deserting him for an instant. This angered the crabbed old uncle
more than ever.

"When will you get through school?"

"Tomorrow, I believe."

"Huh! Then, I suppose you intend to loaf for the rest of the
summer and live on my hard earned savings. Is that it?"

"No, sir; I hadn't thought of doing anything of the sort. I
thought--"

"What did you think?"

"I thought I would find something to do. Of course, I do not
expect to be idle. I shall work at something until school begins
again next fall, then, of course, I shall not be able to do so
much."

"School! You've had enough school! In my days boys didn't spend
the best part of their lives in going to school. They worked."