Mrs. Day's Daughters by Mary E. Mann
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mother to consult his father as to his own future.
"There isn't much use that I can see, sir, in my sweating away at my books for this exam," he said. "Oh? Why not?" "Supposing that I get through it, what am I to do then?" "You must do the best you can. This Senior Cambridge Exam, they tell me, is a door to any of the professions." "But you want money to enter a profession, sir. From what I hear we have none." "Your hearing has not played you false in that direction. What I had you managed to spend, among you. I was the goose that laid the golden egg; now circumstances forbid my laying any more--for a time. You must look after yourselves." "But if you could only give us some idea of how to set about it." Then, upon him, too, his father, having shown a greater measure of forbearance so far than he accorded the mere women of his family, turned savagely. The poor wretch did not know how to help them, did not know what to advise them to do: to frighten them was his only resource. "Haven't I got enough to think about?" he shouted at the boy. "You and your mother and sisters come and badger--and badger me--" |
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