"Mrs. Howard, I have decided not to go to college." They were resolute eyes that looked up at her.
"But I thought your uncle wished you to go—that it was all settled. Are you sure you are doing wisely?"
His face flushed.
"I beg your pardon, dear," she said before he could reply. "I know you have a good reason. I am surprised, that is all."
"It is on Mother's account, chiefly; she needs me now that Father is so feeble. Then you know she is used to having things, and though she thinks she could get along, I should feel mean to have her scrimp and pinch at home when I am having a good time at college. I went to see Mr. Barrows to-day, and he thinks he can give me a situation. They say it is a good place for a fellow to get a start in, so I am going to be a business man."
He spoke earnestly and cheerfully, but she guessed the struggle it had cost. He was used to "having things" himself.
She laid her hand on his. "You are learning to be brave and unselfish, to help in the truest sense, and these are far more valuable lessons than any you could learn out of books. I honor you for your decision." Aunt Zélie spoke with shining eyes.
"If I have learned anything it is you who have taught me," Jim said gently.
"If I have really been a help to you I am very glad and thankful, but I am sure most of the credit belongs to the boy who was so ready to be helped."
When he left, after half an hour's talk, her sympathy and interest had already made his sacrifice seem a little easier, but he did not guess how he had on his part cheered and comforted this kind friend.