As the two boys passed out into the woodshed, Mrs. Munford said, “I like Gilbert. Though he is rich, he doesn’t put on any airs, but makes himself at home even among such plain people as we are.”
CHAPTER II.
THE GUARDIAN’S LETTER.
When supper was over, the boys took a walk, bringing round by the large square house occupied by Dr. Burton for his boarding-school. They had got within a few rods when John observed one of the younger boys running towards them.
“There’s little Evans,” he said. “He looks as if he had a message for you, Gilbert.”
“From the doctor, I suppose. I’m in for a scolding, probably.”
By this time Evans had reached them.
“You’re wanted, Greyson,” he said. “Why weren’t you home to supper?”
“Is the doctor mad?”
“I don’t know. He seems anxious to see you.”
“All right. Then I’ll go in. I must bid you good-night, John. Business before pleasure, you know, or rather business after pleasure.”