“I will trust to your judgment, sir; but I shall want you to keep an account of all you spend for me.”
“Why?”
“Because some day I mean to repay it,” said Gilbert, proudly.
“You are too particular about this matter,” said Mr. Briggs, uncomfortably.
“No, sir, I don’t think so. I think I am old enough now to undertake my entire support.”
“I will see about it, then.”
This closed the conversation for the evening. Gilbert was glad to have spoken to his guardian. Now he knew better what to look forward to.
CHAPTER VIII.
GILBERT GETS A PLACE.
The next morning, about eight o’clock, the family were gathered about the breakfast-table. Randolph was ten minutes late. He came in looking sleepy and cross.
“Randolph,” said his father, “what made you so late last evening?”