"Noble little fellows!" exclaimed Mr. Munroe, with a fresh burst of tears, as he grasped the hand of Tony.
The matter was argued for some time longer, and finally compromised by
Mr. Munroe's agreeing to accept the money as a loan.
The notes were drawn up and signed by the poor man, whose heart was filled to overflowing with gratitude at this unexpected relief.
"Now you will let Paul come with us—won't you, Mr. Munroe?" asked Tony.
"Certainly; and I shall never cease to thank God that he has found such noble and true friends," replied the poor man; and as they took their leave, he warmly pressed the hands of each member of the committee.
"Cheer up, Paul; don't be downhearted. It is all right now," said Tony.
"I can't be lively," replied Little Paul, whose sadness cast a shade upon the enjoyment of the others.
"Why not, Paul?"
"I feel so sad; and your goodness to my poor father overcomes me."
"Never mind that, Paul; cheer up, and we will have a glorious time."