And we must have more time.

We couldn't do it at home." "Papa wants us this summer.

-- And I don't see how he can spare us at all, Rufus." "I am sure he will let us go," said the other steadily, though with a touch of trouble in his face.
"We are just beginning to help him." "We can help him much better the other way," said Rufus quickly.

"Farming is the most miserable slow way of making money that ever was contrived." "How do _you_ propose to make money ?" inquired his brother coolly.
"I don't know! I am not thinking of making money at present!" "It takes a good deal to go to College, don't it ?" "Yes." And again there was a little silence.

And the eyes of both were fixed on the river and the opposite hills, while they saw only that distant world and the vague barrier between.
"But I intend to go, Winthrop," said his brother, looking at him, with fire enough in his face to _burn up_ obstacles.
"Yes, you will go," the younger said calmly.