“Telegraph to me when you will reach Philadelphia, and I will engage a room for you. Philip will stay with me.
“Yours gratefully,
“OSCAR GRANVILLE.”
“Mother, here is a slip of paper that has dropped from the letter,” said Jonas.
He picked up and handed to his mother a check on a Philadelphia bank for the sum of one hundred dollars.
“Why, that's the same as money, isn't it?” asked Jonas.
“Yes, Jonas.”
“Then you'll keep your promise, won't you?”
Mrs. Brent silently drew from her pocket-book a two-dollar bill and handed it to Jonas.
“Jonas,” she said, “if you won't breathe a word of it, I will tell you a secret.”