"I should imagine not," said John Holt.
"It was pretty business-like of them," said Mrs. Jennings, with another dry laugh, "to make up their minds without saying a word to anyone, and just hustle around and make their money to come here. They both worked pretty steady, I can tell you, and it wasn't easy work either. Most young ones would have given in. But they were bound to get here."
"They'll be bound to get pretty much where they make up their minds to, as life goes on," remarked John Holt. "That's their build."
"Thank goodness, they're not like their father," Mrs. Jennings commented. "Robert hadn't any particular fault, but he never made anything."
"He and his wife seem to have made a home that was a pretty good start for these children," was what John Holt said.
"Well," said Mrs. Jennings, "they've got to do the rest themselves. He left them nothing."
"No other relations but you?" John Holt asked.
"Not a soul. I shall keep them and let them work on the farm, I suppose."
"It would pay to educate them well and let them see the world," said John Holt.
"I daresay it would pay them," replied Aunt Matilda, "but I've got all I can do, and my husband's
