"Yes; he is up-stairs lying down," answered Mrs. Brandon, with a sigh.
Grit rose and closed the door.
"I don't want him to hear what I'm going to tell you," he said. "Mother, I have been very lucky to-day."
"I suppose Mr. Jackson was liberal."
"I should say he was. Guess how much money I have in this wallet, mother."
"Five dollars."
"Multiply that by twelve."
"You don't mean to say that he gave you sixty dollars?" inquired his mother quickly.
"Yes, I do. See here," and Grit displayed the roll of bills.