"I don't care for it."
"That's the way with the rising generation. Frivolous! frivolous!"
"School has closed for the term," said Dick. "I'm done with studying, and that book looked as if it was to be studied."
"It was," replied his uncle. "It merits being well studied. But it's what I expected of you. It's the way that you have been brought up."
"I guess my father brought me up in the way he thought best," fired back Dick.
"Well, his way is very different from mine—very different," and Mr. Larabee shook his head as though to indicate that a great mistake had been made. "Then there's your mother's will," he went on. "The idea of leaving that big fortune to a boy like you. It's wicked! It's a terrible risk! A terrible risk! What a foolish woman she was! But then it's all you can expect of a woman!"
"Look here, Uncle Ezra!" exclaimed Dick, rising to his feet, his brown eyes sparkling in a dangerous way, and a red flush showing on his cheeks. "I don't want you to speak that way of my mother!"
"She was my sister, and I say she made a foolish will!" stormed the old man.
"She was my mother!" replied Dick hotly, "and I'll not have her spoken of in that way! She knew what she was doing! She was the best woman that ever lived and—and much better
