"No; you have got me there. I suppose it was better for me to go to the city, and perhaps it may be for you; but there is no hurry. You wouldn't have a chance to earn six dollars a week in the city, as you say you do here. Besides, it would cost much more for you and your mother to live."
"I suppose so, sir. I am contented to remain where I am at present."
"Is your father dead?"
"Yes, sir."
"It is a great loss. Then your mother is a widow?"
"I wish she were," said Grit hastily.
"But she must be, if your father is dead," said Mr. Jackson.
"No, sir; she married again."
"Oh, there is a stepfather, then? Don't you and he get along well together?"