“Will Robert live with us?” asked the boy.
“Do you like Robert?” asked his father.
“I love him like a brother,” said Julian impulsively. “You don’t know how kind he has been to me, father!”
“Yes, Robert shall live with us, if he will,” said Mr. Huet. “I will speak about it to him to-morrow.”
“Will you live here, father?”
“Oh, no! You must be educated. I shall take you to Boston or New York, and there you shall have every advantage that money can procure. Hitherto I have not cared to be rich. Now, Julian, I value money for your sake.”
Together they went to Mrs. Trafton’s cottage to supper.
“What makes you look so sober, Robert?” asked Mr. Huet, observing that the boy looked grave.
“I have heard that Mr. Jones will foreclose his mortgage to-morrow.”
“Not if you pay it,” said Mr. Huet quietly. “Come with me after supper, and I will hand you all the money you require.”