“I don’t see what made you keep a man that was no kith or kin to you.”
“Would you have had us put him into the street, Mr. Tripp?”
“I’d have laid the matter before the selec’-men, and got him into the poorhouse.”
“Well, it is all over now, and I’m not sorry that we cared for the poor fellow. I would like six pounds of sugar and two of butter.”
“You ain’t goin’ to run a bill, be you?” asked Silas, cautiously. “I can’t afford to trust out any more.”
“We don’t owe you anything, do we, Mr. Tripp?”
“No; but I thought mebbe——”
“I will pay for the articles,” said Chester, briefly.
When he tendered the five-dollar bill Silas Tripp looked amazed.
“Where did you get so much money?” he gasped.