“Don't be a fool, Mrs. Simpkins! He wrote from the town of Shelby, where he has been teaching a classic school, and he inclosed the program of the exhibition. Perhaps you would like to look at it.”
Mrs. Simpkins took the paper, and looked intensely disappointed as she saw that Nancy had only told the truth.
“He teach school! A boy like him!” she ejaculated.
“Yes, Mrs. Simpkins, and it's been a great success. They want him to go back next year, but the doctor prefers to have him finish out his college course. We're expecting him home every day.”
There was a noise heard as of the front door opening, and a moment later Walter was in the room.
“Oh, Walter!” exclaimed Nancy, overjoyed, in her excitement throwing her arms around his neck. “I'm so glad to see you!”
“And I am glad to see you, Nancy, How's my guardian?”
“He's well, and will be home soon.”
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Simpkins,” said Walter, politely.
“Mrs. Simpkins has just been telling me that you were in jail for horse-stealing,” said Nancy. “She is much pleased to find it all a mistake.”