"Nor I," chimed in his wife.
The same idea came into the mind of each. Jed's personal appearance would do credit to any family, however exclusive. Yet he had been brought up in the Scranton poorhouse, and associated with paupers all his life.
"I mustn't forget to give you your money," said the doctor, and he put a roll of bills into Jed's hand.
"But here is five dollars!" said Jed. "It was only two you had of mine."
"Take the five. You will need it. It is small enough capital for a boy to go forth into the world with to seek his fortune. Now how are you going to Duncan?"
"I am going to walk."
"I am afraid you will get very tired," said Mrs. Redmond in a tone of sympathy.
"No, ma'am, it is only five miles."
"And five miles is a trifle to a strong boy like Jed."
"Won't you wait till after supper?" asked Mrs. Redmond.