We
won't bother about it, Tommy; if I can't get you politely, I'll steal
you. Just forget the she-dragon and all her works."
"But have you thought about what you are going to do?"
"I don't think of much else, and that's the truth, Tommy," said her
brother ruefully. "You see, there's mighty little in sight. I could get
a clerkship, I suppose. I could certainly get work as a day labourer.
But I don't see much in either of those possibilities towards a
little home with you, which is what I want. I'm going to answer every
advertisement I can find for fellows wanted on farms." He straightened
his square shoulders. "Tommy, there must be plenty of work for any chap
as strong as an ox, as I am."
"I'm sure there's work," said Cecilia. "But the men who want jobs don't
generally advertise themselves as 'complete with sister.' I'm what's
technically known as an encumbrance, Bob."
"You!" said Bob. "You're just part of the firm, so don't you forget it.
Didn't we always arrange that we should stick together?"
"We did--but it may not be easy to manage," Cecilia said, doubtfully.
"Perhaps we could get some job together; I could do inside work, or
teach, or sew."
"No!" said Bob explosively. "If I can't earn enough for us both, I ought
to be shot, Aunt Margaret didn't bring you up to work."
"But the world has turned upside down since Aunt Margaret died," said
Cecilia.
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