Of course--why not?" replied Anne.

Eleanor and Polly were silent, but they thought a lot. But Barbara said:
"Because you can never fill a position in a fashionable young ladies'
school in New York. You know nothing of social life."

"Bob, I'll have Polly dump you from the wagon if you can't be half-way
decent to us. Ever since Polly and I discovered Old Man Montresor's gold
mine, you've been as mean as a bear with a sore head. Now stop it, or
I'll--I'll do something _awful_ to you!"

Eleanor was angry! And she looked daggers at her sister as she spoke,
but she knew there was nothing she could do but patiently allow Barbara
to say unkind words to others, as was her habit.

Polly now spoke. "Anne, is there anything that you'd _rather_ do than go
East to teach school?"

Anne caught her meaning and mentally thanked her, but audibly she said:
"Not just yet, Polly. You see, my brother Paul has two years still to
put in at college, and little mother has to be cared for, as well. This
offer is so tempting that I could not refuse it without considering
everything that concerns me. In two years' time, I could not only
rejoice that Paul is through, but that because of my increased income,
mother will have something laid by for her use in the future."

"Well, then," sighed Polly, resignedly, "I'll give up my hopes of
paradise! I did so want to go to school in a big city this year." As she
urged the horses on their way, the young driver felt the tears well up
in her eyes, but she refused to brush them away.

Eleanor saw and understood. She quietly took her own handkerchief and
dabbed her friend's wet eyes. Then placed her hand on her shoulder. Not
a word was spoken.

"Polly, dear, I'm not going to do a thing until after I have pondered
this step well. I shall have to write the principal for added
information, and before I hear again, I will know whether it is wise for
me to accept the offer or not," exclaimed Anne.

The rest of the drive was concluded in silence, each girl having much to
think over. When the horses were turned over to the man who took Jeb's
place in his absence, and the girls were on the porch, Mrs. Brewster
noticed their unusual quiet.

"Anything wrong, girls?" asked she.

"No--only Kenneth's uncle is our Montresor, he thinks," said Eleanor,
rocking violently back and forth in the wicker chair.

This so surprised Mrs. Brewster that she began a rapid cross-examination
until she had all the facts. Howe