“No,” answered her mother warmly. “Philip is welcome to stay with us as long as we have a roof over our heads, whether he can pay his board or not.”
This answer seemed very satisfactory to Julia, who rose impulsively and kissed her mother.
“That's a good mother,” she said. “It would be a pity to send poor Philip into the street.”
“You seem to like Philip,” said Mrs. Forbush, smiling faintly.
“Yes, mother. You know I haven't any brother, and Phil seems just like a brother to me.”
Just then the door opened, and Philip himself entered the room.
Generally he came home looking depressed, after a long and ineffectual search for employment. Now he was fairly radiant with joy.
“Phil, you've got a place; I know you have!” exclaimed Julia, noticing his glad expression. “Where is it? Is it a good one?”
“Have you really got a place, Philip?” asked Mrs. Forbush.
“Yes, for the present.”