"That is what I am coming to. I want to deposit my money with you—that is, what I don't need to use."
"I suppose you haven't much. It might not be well to trust me too far," said Fred, smiling.
"I have sixty dollars here, which I would like to put in your hands—that is, all but two dollars."
"Sixty dollars! Where on earth did you get so much money, Grit?" asked his friend, opening his eyes wide in astonishment.
Grit told the story briefly, and received the warm congratulations of his friend.
"You deserve it all, Grit," he said, "for your brave deed."
"Don't flatter me, Fred, or I may put on airs like Phil Courtney. But, to come back to business—will you do me this favor?"
"Of course, I will. Father has a safe in his office, and I will put the money in there. Whenever you want any of it, you have only to ask me."
"Thank you. That will suit me. I shan't break in upon it unless I am obliged to, as I would like to have it in reserve to fall back upon."
"Come and take supper with us, Grit, won't you?" asked Fred cordially.