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“It’s just the same for us women,” she corroborated. “Think of us going around the house day after day, and doing just the same things over an’ over, year after year! That’s the whole of most women’s lives. Dishwashing almost drives me crazy.”

“I know it,” said Albert; “but somebody has t’ do it. And if a fellow’s folks are workin’ hard, why, of course he can’t lay around and study. They’re not to blame. I don’t know that anybody’s to blame.”

“I don’t suppose anybody is, but it makes me sad to see mother going around as she does, day after day. She won’t let me do as much as I would.” The girl looked at her slender hands. “You see, I’m not very strong. It makes my heart ache to see her going around in that quiet, patient way; she’s so good.”

“I know, I know! I’ve felt just like that about my mother and father, too.”

There was a long pause, full of deep feeling, and then the girl continued in a low, hesitating voice:

“Mother’s had an awful hard time since father died. We had to go to keeping boarders, which was hard–very hard for mother.” The boy felt a sympathetic lump in his throat as the girl went on again: “But she doesn’t complain, and she didn’t want me to come home from school; but of course I couldn’t do anything else.”

It didn’t occur to either of them that any other course was open, nor that there was any special heroism or self-sacrifice in the act; it was simply right.

“Well, I’m not going to drudge all my life,” said Albert, at last. “I know it’s kind o’ selfish, but I can’t live on a farm. I’ve made up my mind to study law and enter the bar. Lawyers manage to get hold of enough to live on decently, and that’s more than you can say of the farmers. And they live in town, where something is going on once in a while, anyway.”

In the pause which followed, footsteps were heard on the walk outside, and the girl sprang up with a beautiful blush.

“My stars! I didn’t think–I forgot–I must go.”

Hartley burst into the room shortly after she left it, in his usual breeze.

“Hul-lo! Still at the Latin, hey?”

“Yes,” said Bert, with ease. “How goes it?”

“Oh, I’m whooping ‘er up! I’m getting started in great shape. Been up to the court-house and roped in three of the county officials. In these small towns the big man is the politician or the clergyman. I’ve nailed the politicians through the ear; now you must go for the ministers to head the list–that’s your lay-out.”

“How ‘m I t’ do it?” asked Bert, in an anxious tone. “I can’t sell books if they don’t want ’em.”

“Why, cert! That’s the trick. Offer a big discount. Say full calf, two fifty; morocco, two ninety. Regular discount to the clergy, ye know. Oh, they’re on to that little racket–no trouble. If you can get a few of these leaders of the flock, the rest will follow like lambs to the slaughter. Tra-la-la–who-o-o-ish, whish!”

Albert laughed at Hartley as he plunged his face into the ice-cold water, puffing and wheezing.

“Jeemimy Crickets! but ain’t that water cold! I worked Rock River this way last month, and made a boomin’ success. If you take hold here in the–“

“Oh, I’m all ready to stand anything short of being kicked out.”

“No danger of that if you’re a real book agent. It’s the snide that gets kicked. You’ve got t’ have some savvy in this, just like any other business.” He stopped in his dressing to say, “We’ve struck a great boarding-place, hey?”

“Looks like it.”

“I begin t’ cotton to the old lady a’ready. Good ‘eal like mother used t’ be ‘fore she broke down. Didn’t the old lady have a time of it raisin’ me? Phewee! Patient! Job wasn’t a patchin’. But the test is goin’ t’ come on the biscuit; if her biscuit comes up t’ mother’s I’m hern till death.”