Sam shook his head.
"There's no one to give me presents," he said.
"You have an uncle and aunt, Sam."
"They never give presents. They tell me I ought to be thankful that they take care of me, and save me from going to the poor-house."
"There would be no danger of that, Sam," said Bob. "If your uncle ever turns you out to shift for yourself, come and live with us."
"I wish he would turn me out to-morrow, then," said Sam; and it was evident the boy meant it.
"Sam, you will permit me to make up for your uncle's neglect," said Mrs. Burton, kindly. "Here is a neck-tie. I bought it for Robert, but I can get another for him. And here is something else which may prove acceptable."
She drew from her pocket a silver dollar, and put it into Sam's hand.
"Is this really for me?" asked Sam, joyfully.
"Yes; it is only a small gift, but—"