Peter said dryly. He added, "How much would it cost to go to this Tate?"
Harold caught his breath. He looked at lis uncle hopefully, incredibly. "Well, I have $485 saved. That would pay my railroad fare and give me spending money for a year. If I could only get together about $500 more for tuition and room rent, I'd be all right. That would be for just the first year. I wouldn't need outside help after that. I'd work hard Summers and do odd jobs around the campus and—"
Peter Thatcher broke in, "You say you've saved $485. How did you get it?"
"I sold the Acme Washing Machine the last three Summers in Sanford."
"H'mm," mused Uncle Peter. He did not want to help his nephew unless he deserved it. He would not spoil the boy by sending him through college like a prince. Peter Thatcher believed that we enjoy only that which we earn. He was anxious to discover whether or not Harold wanted to go to college badly enough to work for it. The washing machine money augured well. But—
Suddenly Peter's face softened. He seemed to be talking beyond his young listener, to be even talking largely to himself as he said, "I've been thinking things over, Harold, and
