I am pretty much alone in the world, and except a book now and then--Aut liberos aut libros, as our valiant heretic has it,--you ought to know a little Latin, Myrtle, but never mind--I have not much occasion for money.

You shall go to the best school that any of our cities can offer, Myrtle, and you shall stay there until we agree that you are fitted to come back to us an ornament to Oxbow Village, and to larger places than this if you are called there.

We have had some talk about it, your aunt Silence and I, and it is all settled.

Your aunt does not feel very rich just now, or perhaps she would do more for you.

She has many pious and poor friends, and it keeps her funds low.