"And you're going to school today?"

"Oh, yes. I wouldn't want to miss the last day."

"Then what?"

"I don't know. I shall find something else to do, I guess. I
want to earn enough money this summer so that I can go to school
again in the fall."

"And you shall. You shall stay right here with the Widow Cahill
until you've got through with your schooling, my lad."

"I couldn't think of that. No; I am not going to be a burden to
anyone. Don't you see how I feel--that I want to earn my own
living now?"

She nodded understandingly.

"You can do some chores and--"

"I'll stay here until I find something else to do," agreed Phil
slowly. "I shan't be able to look about much today, because I'll
be too busy at school; but tomorrow I'll begin hunting for a job.
What can I do for you this morning?"

"Well, you might chop some wood if you are aching to exercise
your muscles," answered the widow, with a twinkle in her eyes.
She knew that there was plenty of wood stored in the woodhouse,
but she was too shrewd an observer to tell Phil so, realizing, as