“‘Rockin’ on the beach of San Francisco and makin’
our two and three hundred a day,’ said Mundon.”
“It beats anything I ever heard of,” Ben replied; “but I’m willing it should.”
Ben worked so hard during the day that he was too tired when night came to do anything but go to bed as quickly as possible.
One Sunday afternoon he paid a visit to Beth. He had not seen her for some time, and was anxious to know what progress she was making at school. She saw him coming and came running to meet him.
“Will you walk out to the Point, Ben?”
“Yes. We don’t do any work on Sunday.”
“Well, it’s come true, Beth,” he said when they were well away from the house; “most of it has, at any rate.”
“O, I’m so glad!”