It was a sort of family congress.
Everybody told everybody else what he or she was going to do, and took information of the same kind in trade.

I was to go to college in the fall, but as that had been pretty much settled long ago, it couldn't be considered as news.

I looked well enough, my father said, to do all the hard studying that was needed; and the professor was anxiously waiting to put me through a course of training for the happy lot of Freshman.
"But he's not going to begin his studies as soon as he gets home," said my mother.

"We're going to have him to ourselves for a while." And I did not doubt that.

I hadn't been gone very long, to be sure, but then a ship had been burned from under me, and that counted for about a year's absence.
Corny's fate had been settled, too, in a general way, but the discussion that went on about a good boarding-school for her showed that a particular settlement might take some time.