"God will know it; you will know it yourself," said the other Harry, more faithful and conscientious than the outside Harry, who, it must be confessed, was sometimes disposed to be the "Old Harry."
"No use of being too good. I will keep it."
"She hoped you would be a good boy," added the monitor within.
"I will—that is, when I can afford it."
"Be good now, or you never will."
One hundred dollars!—perhaps five hundred! It was a fortune. The temptation was very great. But the little angel—the act would forever banish him from her presence. He would never dare to look at her again, or even to write the letter he had promised.
"Be true to yourself, Harry. Good first, and rich next."
"I will," exclaimed Harry, in an earnest whisper; and again the tempter was cast out.
Once more the fine air castles began to pile themselves up before him, standing on the coveted treasure; but he resolutely pitched them down, and banished them from his mind.
"Where did you lose it?" said a voice near the wagon.