There was a little more conversation on the subject, but Harry remained tranquil, and did not appear disturbed by the criticisms elicited by his conduct. He heartily hoped that his guardian’s family would not find out how large a sum he had received.
When dinner was over, Harry was about to leave the house, when John Fox said, insinuatingly: “Don’t you think you’d better give me that money to keep for you? It will be safer in my hands.”
“Thank you, Mr. Fox,” said Harry, “but I think I can take care of it myself.”
“Fifteen dollars is a good deal of money for a boy like you to carry round with you,” said his guardian.
“I don’t think I shall lose it, sir,” replied the boy.
“Perhaps not, but you will be tempted to spend it wastefully.”
John Fox didn’t look amiable. He was in doubt whether he might not properly take from his ward the money by force, but it occurred to him that it would be better not to assert his authority quite so soon.
“We will speak of this again,” he said.
“It is well I didn’t bring all the money home. I wonder how soon Mr. Fox will make another attempt to secure the sum I have with me,” thought Harry.
The attempt was made that same night.