Ten minutes later Dallas stood at the front door watching the disappearing lights of the cab that bore the poor child away.
Then he went upstairs to the Judge’s study.
“Sir,” he said, “if you will allow me, I should like to help that little girl get an education.”
His patron looked at him benevolently. “But you have not the time, Dallas.”
“Yes, sir, I could teach her any day after school.”
The Judge reflected a few minutes. Perhaps it would be better for the little girl to have a younger instructor. Then it would be a chance for self-sacrifice on the part of Dallas.
“You sympathize with her aspirations?” he said, inquiringly.
“I’ve been there, sir,” replied Dallas, warmly. “I have been poor and despised, and I have longed to get an education.”
“Very well, I make my charge over to you. If you get tired, hand her back to me.”
“I won’t get tired,” said the boy, firmly.