And here Miss Susan spoke.
“We feel that it is due to you on account of the bravery you showed the other night.”
“I thank you very much!” said Andy, quite overwhelmed at this munificence; “but it is altogether too much for me to receive.”
“We are the judges of that. You can make good use of the money, or your mother can, and we shan’t miss it.”
Andy knew that both these statements were quite true, and he thankfully accepted the generous gift. It was arranged that he should call and get it on his return from the bank.
CHAPTER XVIII.
THE RIDE TO CRANSTON.
Andy set out on his trip in high spirits. It was a fine morning. The air was pleasant and bracing, and the sun shed a flood of glory over the landscape.
Andy enjoyed school and school studies, but nevertheless it did seem to him that there was more pleasure in riding over the hills to Cranston than in poring over the pages of Virgil in Dr. Euclid’s classroom.
Then again, it was a rare pleasure for him to have the guidance of a horse. His mother had never been able to keep one, and though now and then he got a chance to ride with a neighbor, it occurred but seldom. Sometimes his friend and schoolmate, Add Bean, took him in, but was generally reluctant to yield the reins, being fond of driving himself.