"We shall make up just seven dollars. How it will rejoice the heart of the poor woman!" exclaimed Frank with enthusiasm.
"So it will. But don't you think your father will make it up to us, when he finds out how generous we have been?"
Frank looked into the face of his companion with an expression of painful surprise on his countenance.
"I don't want him to do so."
"Why not?"
"It would rob the action of all its merit. If you give your money with the hope of having it restored to you, I beg you not to give it at all. I have abandoned all thoughts of having any money to spend to-morrow."
"And not go to Boston?"
"No."
"What will your father say when you tell him you are not going? He will want to know the reason."
"I will tell him day after to-morrow."