"Never mind about your clothes, Tom. We don't generally put on dress suits. A little soap and water will make you all right."
"What'll your mudder say?"
"That any friend of mine is welcome."
So Tom allowed himself to be persuaded, and had no reason to complain of his reception. The steak emitted appetizing odors as it was being broiled, and when at length supper was ready no one enjoyed it more than Tom.
"How do you think my mother can cook, Tom?" asked Mark.
"She beats Beefsteak John all hollow. I just wish she'd open a eaten' house."
"I'll think about it, Tom," said Mrs. Mason smiling. "Would you be one of my regular customers?"
"I would if I had money enough."
It is hard to say which enjoyed the supper most. The day before Mrs. Mason had been anxious and apprehensive, but to-day, with a surplus fund of thirteen dollars, she felt in high spirits.
This may seem a small sum to many of our readers, but to the frugal little household it meant nearly two weeks' comfort.