voice shook, but not with tears. "Father says I can't go to college. If I promise to pay you back, will you lend me the money?"
"Don!" She started toward him.
He backed away; it was no time for caresses. "I can write off the mathematics at the Supplementals. I know I can. I must—I must go." His voice failed him.
"What a shame!" she cried. "Oh! To do such a thing!"
"He says he can't send us both—that Frankie"
"John!" she called to her husband. "John!" He was already at the door. "What do you think? Roger—he has refused to let Don go to college now. He says Frankie"
"He says he can't send us both. He says Frankie"
Mr. McLean came slowly into the room. "Well," he said, "isn't that like him?" He did not love the lawyer.
"I failed in mathematics. I could write it off in September if he'd let me. He—he says he'll get me a place in a bank."
His uncle snorted contemptuously. "In a bank. Isn't that like him?"
"He shan't do it!" she cried. "What a shame! He's always been like this about Don. And Frankie"
"If I could borrow the money," Don pleaded, his under-lip beginning to tremble. "I—I could pay it back."
