“I don’t like taking your money, Grace,” he said as she thrust the bill into her purse.
“Don’t you worry about that. I’d be ashamed if I didn’t help you when you’ve always been so good to me.”
“I don’t see where I’ve done much for you. I never expected you girls would have to work. You know I’m sorry, Grace!”
“Well, I’m perfectly happy, so don’t you worry.”
She took his old-fashioned watch from his pocket and noted the time.
“I’ve got to skip.”
“Nice of you to come round, Grace; but you’re always good to me. By the way, I guess you’d better not tell your mother about the rent. She wouldn’t like my taking your money.”
“Then we won’t say a word!” She whispered, touched by his fear of her mother’s criticisms. She flung her arms about him and hugged him till he cried for mercy.
Her savings account was further depleted the next Saturday. She was surprised to find Roy waiting for her when she left the department at her lunch hour.
“No, sis; I didn’t write I was coming. I’ve got to go back on the first train.”