"You are a wonderful boy," said the merchant admiringly. "Was this your idea, or Mr. Harding's?"
"I believe I suggested it to him," said Luke modestly.
"That makes all clear sailing," said Mr. Armstrong. "Here are fifty dollars more. You deserve it for your thoughtfulness."
"You have given me enough already," said Luke, drawing back.
"My dear boy, it is evident that you still have something to learn in the way of business. When a rich old fellow offers you money, which he can well afford, you had better take it."
"That removes all my objections," said Luke. "But I am afraid you will spoil me with your liberality, Mr. Armstrong."
"I will take the risk of it. But here is another of your friends."
The door had just opened, and Roland Reed entered. There was another cordial greeting, and Luke felt that it was pleasant, indeed, to have two such good friends.
"When are you going to Groveton, Luke?" asked Mr. Reed.
"I shall go this afternoon, if there is nothing more you wish me to do. I am anxious to see my mother."