It's about another job. Mr.
MacFarlane, I am afraid, hasn't made much money on the fill and
tunnel, but he has some other work offered him up in Western
Maryland, which he may take, and which, if he does, may pay
handsomely. He wants me to go with him. It means a shanty and a
negro cook, as near as I can figure it, but I shall get used to
that, I suppose. What do you think about it?"
"Well," chuckled Peter--it was not news; MacFarlane had told him
all about it the week before at the Century--"if you can keep the
shanty tight and the cook sober you may weather it. It must be
great fun living in a shanty. I never tried it, but I would like
to."
"Yes, perhaps it is,--but it has its drawbacks. I can't come to
see you for one thing, and then the home will be broken up. Miss
Ruth will go back to her grandmother's for a while, she says, and
later on she will visit the Fosters at Newport and perhaps spend a
month with Aunt Felicia." He called her so now.
Jack paused for some further expression of opinion from his always
ready adviser, but Peter's eyes were still fixed on the slow,
dying fire.
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