"P.S.—It seems ages since I left home."
"Thank you," said Peter politely, "it's a very nice letter."
"Yes," agreed Tom. "Mother's afraid Nellie's homesick," he added gravely; "it must be a horrid feeling I should think."
"Oh, horrid!" said Peter; "I was homesick the first week I was here— I'd have given the world to have been home with Father. Oh, Tom, I do hope you'll like Father! You'll be sure to tell me exactly what you think of him, won't you?"
Tom laughed, but would make no promise. However, when, ten days later, he was introduced to Mr. Perry, he found there was no difficulty in the way of his voicing his opinion of him.
"I should think he's a very good sort, Peter," he said. "I like him."
"I'm so glad," Peter answered earnestly. "And he likes you, Tom. Oh, what do you think he said when he heard about little Grace Lee and all you did for her—"
"Why, I didn't do anything for her worth mentioning," broke in Tom.
"Oh, yes, you did. She's to thank you that she's found her uncle, and Father says very few boys would have interested themselves in a poor little show-girl, and that you're a real knight-errant!"
"Oh, Peter, you've been telling him—"