A seminary of no repute was named, and the father again intervened to
regret that it was not one of the public schools. "But they,
unfortunately, have been beyond our means--"

Here Mary broke in with praises of the seminary. It had such an
excellent headmaster, was so conveniently situated--really better in
many ways than one of the great schools--

And then Robert broke in.

"My dear mother!" he ejaculated, in a compassionate and forbearing way.

"Ah, Bob knows it is not better," laughed Deb. "And it isn't, Mary; you
are no authority, my dear. Which of the public schools do you fancy,
Bob?"

He mentioned his choice, and the University scholarships that were to
be had there.

"Debbie!" implored Mrs Goldsworthy, under her breath.

"Hush-sh!" hissed her husband.

"You be quiet, Molly," Deb playfully adjured her. "This has nothing to
do with you, or with anybody except Bob and me. You come and spend your
next vacation with me at Redford, Bob, and then we can talk it all over
together."

She nodded to him meaningly. He smiled with perfect comprehension.