"So I am, but I should not be if I were a poor seamstress, or a milliner's apprentice, for instance. Then it would be a serious thing for me."
"Well, Grace, all I can say is that it would annoy me very much if I had met with such a loss. I dare say I shouldn't sleep to-night."
"That would be foolish, aunt, to lose sleep as well as money."
At seven o'clock the train ran into the depot, and Miss Dearborn and her aunt rose from their seats.
"Can I call a carriage, Miss Dearborn?" asked Paul, politely.
"If you please, Paul."
"My dear, you are too familiar with that boy," said Mrs. Sheldon, while Paul was gone in search of a hack.
"He seems very well bred, aunt, and he is certainly polite and obliging."
"Come and see me, and bring your little sister," said Grace, smiling, as Paul handed her into the hack and closed the door after her.
Paul touched his hat, and then, leaving the depot, bent his steps toward his humble home, where supper and a warm welcome awaited him.