"So I've said to myself every day for a week!" responded the poor boy.
"Never mind!" cried Ella, soothingly, "mamma says I shall be rich some time; and I'll get a nice house, and we'll all live together in it; and you shant have such a weary time, running round after places, and keeping me watching at the windows to tell your mother whether you have found one or not."
"I suppose you don't know Ella can tell as soon as she sees you whether you have been successful," suggested Mrs. Haven, playfully.
"Didn't I tell right every time?" urged the child.
"But how?" inquired the youth.
"Why, you walked along, and when you came near the gate you stopped, as if you did not like to come in. Then, when I ran to the door, you said, 'How do you do, Ella?' and did not look at me, but walked along and hung up your cap, and did not smile. I knew that if you had found a place, you would come jumping along, and, as likely as not, spring right over the gate; then you would catch hold of my hand, and say, 'O, Ella! I've some good news for you; where's mother? and you'd run and put your arms round her neck, and kiss her ever so many times."
In spite of his despondence, Harrison had a hearty laugh, in which Mrs. Haven and his mother joined.
"She watches you closely, you see," said the lady.
"If I were to be here one night more, I'd act so you couldn't tell," said the boy.
"Oh, do stay! please do," urged the child; "will you, Mrs. Danforth, dear nurse, just to please me?"