"Yes. William shall have his fifty dollars clear to start on when he gets there."
Miss Manning had nearly got through with the morning lessons, when a quick step was heard ascending the stairs two or three at a time. Rose let drop the arithmetic, from which she had been reciting, and exclaimed, in glad excitement, "That's Rufie, I know it is!"
The door opened, and she was proved to be correct.
"Where've you been, Rufie?" exclaimed his sister, throwing her arms around his neck.
"Mr. Martin carried me off, Rosy."
"I knew he would; but you said you was too big."
"He was smarter than I thought for. Sit down, Rosy, and I'll tell you all about it. Were you anxious about me, Miss Manning?"
"Yes, Rufus. I don't mind saying now that I was, though I would not confess it to Rose, who fretted enough for you without."
So the story had to be told again, and was listened to, I need not say, with breathless interest.
"You won't let him catch you again, will you, Rufie?" said Rose, anxiously, when it was finished.