"You see, Mark," said the hermit, "my nephew has kindly called to see me again. He felt anxious about my health."
"I feel relieved to find you so much better, uncle," said Lyman, by no means abashed at the hermit's ironical words.
"It is the more creditable to him, this solicitude, because he had only money enough to pay his fare one way. Mark, you may give him five dollars."
"Very well, sir,"
Mark drew a five-dollar gold piece from his pocket, and handed it to Lyman.
"Does Mark carry all your money, uncle?" asked Lyman.
"Not quite all."
"I hope he won't take a fancy to travel at your expense."
Mark's face flushed indignantly, but he left old Anthony to answer for him.
"I have perfect confidence in Mark," he said.