"Only fifty cents,—the expressage from Boston. Never mind about it now, for I'm in a hurry. Your father can hand it to me next time he sees me."
"O father, here's a package from Tom," said Sarah, hurrying into the room where they were all sitting.
"Open it quick," said Walter. "See if there's any money in it."
The cord was cut, and a small box was disclosed containing a hundred dollars in gold pieces and a line from Tom, stating that he was doing well, and that he hoped soon to send some more money.
"A hundred dollars! What a lot of money!" exclaimed Walter, gazing on the little pile of coins as if fascinated.
"I am so glad the dear boy is doing well," said Mrs. Nelson.
"Now we can have Whiteface back, can't we, father?" asked Walter, joyfully.
"Yes, Walter," said Mark Nelson, almost as excited as his son. "I will go over the first thing in the morning."
"Can't we go over this evening?" asked Walter, impatiently.
"No, it is dark, and Whiteface is stalled for the night."