"As you and Mr. Brandon are both to be engaged in business of a secret nature," said Mrs. Brandon, smiling, "I don't know but I ought to follow your example."
"I have full confidence in you, mother, whatever you undertake," said Grit, with a laugh, repeating his mother's own words.
Evening came on, and Grit stole out of the house early, lest his stepfather might by some chance return home, and suspect something from his unusual journey.
He need not have been alarmed, for Brandon did not leave the tavern till ten o'clock, though he, too, expected to leave town the next morning.
When he returned he didn't inquire for Grit, whom he supposed to be abed and asleep.
"Mrs. B.," he said, "I must trouble you to wake me at seven o'clock to-morrow morning. I am going to take the early train to Portland."
"Very well."
"And as it will be rather inconvenient for me to go out to breakfast, I would be glad if you would give me some breakfast before I go."
"I will do so," said his wife.
"It may be some time before I see you again, as I am to go away on business."