“Where did that money come from?” inquired Barclay.
“From Paul.”
“Number 91?”
“Yes.”
“Just as I thought! He’s got my father’s money, and doles it out to you a little at a time.”
“He says it is his own money.”
“That’s a likely story. When could a common telegraph boy get so much money?”
“He isn’t a common telegraph boy! He is a very smart boy.”
“An uncommon telegraph boy, then, if you prefer it. By Jove! I think he is that myself. It isn’t every boy of his age who could so pull the wool over an old man’s eyes as he has.”
“He is a very good boy!” said Mrs. Barclay, who had learned to appreciate Paul, though she was at first inclined to do him injustice.