ext morning Benny was unusually quiet, so much so that Mrs. Fisher thought he was not well; but he insisted that nothing was the matter with him, and she did not like to question him further. But when Mr. Fisher came in to breakfast he began to rally Benny at once, and to ask him how he got on with the grand folks on the previous evening.
"Very well, I think," Benny answered, simply; "they all seemed very grateful for the little service I had been able to render them."
"And did you find the ladies lions, Benny?" inquired Mrs. Fisher.
"Indeed no," said Benny, colouring; "they all of them made me think more of angels than of lions."
"Indeed?" said Mrs. Fisher, in a questioning tone.
"Yes, they treated me with the utmost kindness, every one of them; but, now I think of it, the ladies always have done so," said Benny, with a laugh.
"I should think so," interposed Mr. Fisher; "but Mr. Munroe spoke to me about helping you in some way: did he say anything to you about it?"
"Yes; that was what he wanted to see me at his house for principally."
"Well, lad, out with it: did he make you an offer of some sort?"
"Yes, he made me a very kind offer indeed."