"My adopted son," amended Rupert, with a smile; and then he told her of the sudden death at the hotel, and little Fred's bereavement. Mrs. Benton's heart went out to the little orphan, and she stooped and kissed him.
"Will you live with me?" she asked.
"I am going to live with him," said little Fred, taking Rupert's hand.
"He will live here, too."
"Then I will stay," answered the child, gravely. "I am to stay with him till papa comes back."
They had told the little boy that his father had gone on a long journey, and wished him to stay with Rupert during his absence. He had acquiesced quietly, for he was a docile child, and transferred his affection to Rupert, of whose love he felt assured.
"Now, Mrs. Benton, I must make a bargain with you for Fred's board."
Mrs. Benton at first refused to accept anything, protesting that a child would be little expense, but Rupert told her that the father had left money, and finally induced her to accept three dollars a week.
"I am afraid that is too little," said the bell-boy.