But the thought did not keep him awake.
CHAPTER XII. GRIT'S MISFORTUNE.
The next morning Grit came down to breakfast nearly an hour later than usual. It might have been because he was unusually fatigued, or it may have been on account of his slumbers having been interrupted. When he came down-stairs, he looked at the clock, and realized that he had overslept himself.
"I am nearly an hour late, mother," he said. "Why didn't you call me?"
"I thought you were tired, Grit, and needed sleep."
"Where is Mr. Brandon? I suppose he has not got up!"
"Yes, he has had his breakfast and gone out."
"He is in a great hurry to spend my ten cents," said Grit, laughing.