All this did much to warm Will Carden’s heart and restore to him his self-respect, which had been a little shattered by Mrs. Williams’ contemptuous treatment.
However disdainful of poverty some of the grown folks may be, children, if they are the right sort, are more apt to judge a comrade by his quality and merit, than by the amount of his worldly possessions. And Will decided the Williams children were “the right sort.”
CHAPTER IV.
MEIGS, MUSHROOMS AND MONEY.
“Will,” said Dr. Meigs, as he stopped one afternoon to lean over the garden fence, “how are things going?”
“Pretty well, Doctor,” answered the boy, cheerfully.
“Are you getting ahead, and laying by something for the winter months, when the vegetables won’t grow?”
“Were getting ahead some,” said Will, becoming grave; “but it’s always a struggle for us in the winter, you know. I guess I’ll try to get a job in the steel works in October. I’m pretty husky, for my age, and I ought to be able to earn fair wages.”