“I should say not,” said Randolph.
“Say nothing more, Mrs. Briggs,” said Gilbert, rising. “If you regard it in that light, I wish no assistance.”
“I don’t wish you to suffer,” continued Mrs. Briggs, coldly. “I will give you money for your board-bill, if you will tell me how much it amounts to.”
“Thank you, I won’t trouble you,” said Gilbert. “I shall get along somehow. Good-evening.”
“You are impetuous. You will bear in mind that I have not refused you the money.”
“I will bear it in mind. Good-evening, madam.”
“You did it well, mother,” said Randolph, admiringly, as our hero left the house. “Will you give me the six dollars, now he has refused it?”
“I will give it to you this week, Randolph; but mind, I make no promises for the future.”
“I guess it’s all right,” thought Randolph, pocketing the bills complacently. “I’ll take care she keeps it up.”