“That can be done in a very few words,” he said gruffly.  “I dare say it sounds beastly selfish, but I’d rather stay here than go anywhere else on the face of the earth.  The land is our own; why should we not keep it?  We have got a good paying business together; why should we give it up?  If we could pull through last winter and make a profit, we certainly ought to do better still this year, for we are all wiser, older, and stronger.  It is fearfully hard on Katherine to be obliged to do the journeys, I know, but that can stop when I am a bit older, and more of a dab at valuing pelts.”

“Now, Phil, it is your turn,” said Katherine quickly; she had seen that Mrs. Burton was about to speak, and was anxious that Phil should have first chance.

But the boy was half-asleep, and had to be well shaken up by Miles before they could bring him to a full understanding of what was required of him.  Then he asked drowsily:  “If we went to live anywhere else should I have to go to school in summer as well as in winter?”

“Of course you would,” retorted Mrs. Burton promptly; adding, with a touch of quite unusual severity:  “and it would be a very good thing for you, because in that case you would have no time to play such monkey tricks as that which you indulged in to-day.”

“Then I’d rather stop here.  School in winter is quite tiring enough, but school all the year round would about wear me out.  Store work is just play compared with the fag of simple equations and that sort of thing.”

Katherine and Miles laughed merrily, while even Mrs. Burton had to smile.  Phil’s attitude towards book-learning had always been one of utter distaste, although in other things he was a good, hard-working boy, never disposed to shirk nor to waste his time, even if the matter in hand was not entirely to his mind.

“Now you have all said what you think and feel about it,” said Katherine, “I can have my say on the matter, and I might begin by putting the most conclusive argument first, which is that I am quite certain we have no legal or moral right to lay a finger on Father’s business affairs at present; I mean, in the way of upsetting them.  If things were different, and the business was not prospering, we might have some excuse for meddling and changing; as it is, we have none.”

“Then what did you make all this bother about?” demanded Phil, who had been roused from his sleepiness by having a wet dishcloth tucked firmly round his neck by Miles.

“Because it is a privilege we all share equally to do our very best for our father, and no one of us ought to decide anything momentous concerning him without taking counsel with the others,” Katherine answered, leaning forward and catching the dishcloth, which Phil had aimed at Miles.

“It is all very well for Mr. Selincourt to offer us a fancy price for our land, but if there is a fortune in every acre why shouldn’t we have it?  I shouldn’t in the least mind being a millionaire,” said Miles.