"I appreciate your delicacy, but I shall feel better satisfied to recognize it in my own way. I have another proposal to make to you. It is this: Place in my hands as much of your thousand dollars as you can spare, and I will invest it carefully for your advantage in stock operations, and hope materially to increase it."
"I shall be delighted if you will do so, Mr. Jackson, and think myself very fortunate that you take this trouble for me."
"Now, how soon can you go to New York?"
"When you think best, sir?"
"I advise you to go on with me, and select a home for your mother. Then you can come back for her, and settle yourself down to work."
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A year later, in a pleasant cottage on Staten Island, Grit and his mother sat in a neatly furnished sitting-room. Our young hero was taller, as befitted his increased age, but there was the same pleasant, frank expression which had characterized him as a boy.
"Mother," said he, "I have some news for you."
"What is it, Grit?"