"You need not fear for me, mother," said Paul, firmly. "I despise drunkenness as much as anybody can."
"Yes, you are very different from Stephen, Heaven be thanked! How could I get along without you, Paul?"
"I hope you won't have to get along without me, mother. But I have been thinking that Stephen may possibly come round here again to annoy you and steal Grace's money. Grace, you had better let me put the money into a savings-bank for you."
"That is well thought of, Paul. Then it will be safe, even if we do have a second visit from Stephen. What do you say, Grace?"
"Here it is, Paul," said the little girl. "You take care of it for me."
"I will put it into a bank Saturday evening, when some of the savings-banks are open. I don't think Stephen will be able to get it away from me."
"If Stephen has any sense of shame he will not come here again very soon," said the widow.
Paul went to bed early, for he must take the 7:30 train for Milwaukee in the morning. He slept soundly, for his day's work had fatigued him.