"If you must go, you must let me give you some money," and Mrs. Talbot, rising, went to her secretary.
"No, mother; I have twenty dollars laid by. That will do for the present. When that is gone I will write you for some more."
"Will you promise to do it, Robert?"
"Yes, mother?"
"Where do you think of going?"
"To Chicago, first."
"But you don't know anyone there, and I am told there are a great many bad men there who might lead you into temptation."
"I hope I am strong enough to resist them. But I must go upstairs and get ready."
Robert went up to his chamber and drew out from a closet a large grip-sack. Into this he put hurriedly a supply of shirts, socks, handkerchiefs, and underclothing.
"I came near forgetting a comb and brush," he said to himself, unlocking the grip-sack after it was closed. "I am not used to traveling, but I suppose I shall be in time."