CHAPTER XXXI. NEW PLANS.
When Grit returned he found his mother naturally curious to know where he had been and on what errand.
"I should like to tell you everything, mother," he said, "but it may not be prudent just yet."
"It's nothing wrong, I hope, Grit?"
"You may be sure of that, mother; I wouldn't engage in anything that I thought wrong. I feel justified in telling you confidentially that I was sent by Mr. Graves."
"What! the president of the bank?"
"Yes."
"Then it's all right," said Mrs. Brandon, with an air of relief.
"My time wasn't wasted, mother," said Grit cheerfully, as he displayed a ten-dollar note, new and crisp, which Mr. Graves had given him, besides paying the expenses of his trip. "I've only been gone two days, and ten dollars will pay me very well. It's better than boating, at any rate."