She went to the theater and the opera, and was thinking whether she could afford to set up a carriage.

Godfrey she had placed at a private school, and was anxious to have him prepare for admission to Harvard College, but in this hope she seemed destined to be disappointed.

Godfrey wanted to see life and enjoy himself, and had no intention of submitting to the drudgery of hard study.
"Godfrey," said his mother one morning, "I have received a letter from your teacher, complaining that you don't work." "I'm not going to work myself to death," answered Godfrey.
"I don't expect you to hurt yourself with work, but I want you to go to college." "Oh, well, I'll get in somehow." "Don't you want to stand well as a scholar ?" she asked.
"I leave that to the poor fellows that have got to work for a living.
I am rich." "You may lose your money." "I don't mean to." "Suppose you do ?" "Then I will go to work." "I should like to have you graduate well at college and then study law.

You might get into Congress," said his mother.
"I guess I'll know enough for that," said Godfrey, carelessly.

"I want to have a good time." That was not the worst of it, however.