"Yes, more than you'd have in a good many years. You know I told you to go away," he added, softening, as he saw the distressed, eager face looking into his so wistfully; "and I can't afford to buy glass for boys to break."
Dexter choked, but did not speak for a moment; at length he said,—
"My father promised to buy me a magic-lantern; would the money that would cost pay for it?"
Instead of answering, the man inquired,—
"Who was that boy with you?"
"Joseph Saunders."
"And he threw the ball?"
"Yes, sir; but he didn't mean to."
"Why didn't he come and say so, as you did?"
"I suppose he was afraid, sir," replied the boy, hesitating.