“Oh, Tom! if I had known that I should have died of anxiety.”
“Then it’s well you didn’t know, mother.”
“How did you happen to come here instead of to Mr. Bacon’s?”
“I heard that he was dead. How have you got along, mother? Have you been pressed for money?”
“I have fifty cents left, Tom, but now that you are back I won’t feel anxious any more. You will stay at home, now, won’t you?”
“But can I get any work, mother?”
“Yes; John Simpson says he will take you back into the shop.”
“And give me three dollars a week?”
