. St. Nicholas [serial] . e help, some way,mother, Mr. Pearson said as he arose from theunsatisfactory meal. I dont see how we cango on like this; and yet, until the outlook isbetter — No, she interrupted, you know Ave vegone over it and over it! There s not a centto spare from absolute necessities; you cantrisk a failure when times are so hard. We 11get on better when baby is well. She tried tospeak bravely, but was stifling a nervous sob. We cannot sacrifice you; we must findsome other way. He hurried away, with anx-iety added to his already heavy burden. The younger boys, late now for schoo
. St. Nicholas [serial] . e help, some way,mother, Mr. Pearson said as he arose from theunsatisfactory meal. I dont see how we cango on like this; and yet, until the outlook isbetter — No, she interrupted, you know Ave vegone over it and over it! There s not a centto spare from absolute necessities; you cantrisk a failure when times are so hard. We 11get on better when baby is well. She tried tospeak bravely, but was stifling a nervous sob. We cannot sacrifice you; we must findsome other way. He hurried away, with anx-iety added to his already heavy burden. The younger boys, late now for school, clat-tered about getting ready, with Edgars assistance. Mother, he said, when they were off, Imight stay at home and help you. No, dear, you must not miss your lessons,she replied, thanking him with a kiss. There were six boys in the Pearson family —or five boys and the baby, as they put it. All wood-choppers; not a dish-washeramong them, Father Pearson remarked some-times, a little regretfully it must be EDGAR AND FRANK TALKED IT OVER THAT NIGHTIN THEIR ROOM. With the care of baby, and looking after theclothing and comfort of the entire family,Mrs. Pearson had enough to do when thekitchen work and cooking were done for her; butnow— Edgar the thoughtful shook his head. 894 EDGARS SISSY JOB THAT PAID. 895 He had noticed how worn the dear motherwas growing, and understood his fathers anxi-ety ; he pondered the situation earnestly, and heand his older brother Frank talked it over thatnight in their room before going to bed. Frankhad found Edgar reading when he came up tobed, and he tried to bring his brother to hisway of thinking — that one of the younger boysshould help their mother more. Edgar listenedto him for a while, and then replied: No, Frank,I have made up my mind. We cant go on likethis, as father says; there s a job right here, wait-ing for somebody, and somebody s got to do are fathers right-hand man in the store;Archie s too young, and, be
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