Phil did so. He opened his heart to the woman who had known his
mother, while she listened in sympathetic silence, now and then
uttering an exclamation of angry disapproval when his uncle's
words were repeated to her.
"And you're turned out of house and home? Is that it, my boy?"
"Well, yes, that's about it," grinned Phil.
"It's a shame."
"I'm not complaining, you know, Mrs. Cahill. Perhaps it's the
best thing that could have happened to me. I've got to start out
for myself sometime, you know. I'm glad of one thing, and that
is that I didn't have to go until school closed. I get through
the term today, you know?"
"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.
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