The old lady put down the tea-pot and gazed upon her son. Fanny snatched two papers from his hand, and read aloud their titles. "A Bank of England note for one hundred pounds, and a promissory note for one hundred pounds!"—"How obtained?" said the anxious and conscientious mother. "Honestly,—every farthing honestly!" cried Paul.—"Dearest mother! Rely always on the integrity of your sons."—"And are these yours?" again asked the timid parent.—"No,—my own dear mother, they are yours!" exclaimed Paul, throwing himself into her arms.
THE END.
LONDON:
PRINTED BY SAMUEL BENTLEY,
Dorset-street, Fleet-street.