"You see, he's a wealthy man, little sister," Ethel explained, "and he only taught this year to please me--because I accused him once of being very idle, and said I didn't want to marry a drone, no matter how clever he was or how many learned degrees he had taken. He's written a book this winter, too. I'm so proud of him! Next year we're going to live in New York, so he can be near his publishers, and some day early in the fall you must come down and let me see whether being a senior makes you look one bit older."