"Well, but grandpa gave it to me."
"I'll talk with your father about it."
"O, don't talk with father: he'll think just what you think," cried Preston, in alarm.
His mother did not answer; and he ran out to the stable, threw himself into a bed of hay, and tried his best to hate her.
"She'll tell him I disobeyed, and he'll say, 'Good enough for him, then!'"
Dr. Gray did say exactly these words; still, he tried to make Tommy confess and give up the stolen gold. Do you suppose Tommy confessed?
O, no: he looked the doctor right in the eye, and said,—
"What is a gold dollar? I never heard of such a thing in my life!"
Preston never set eyes on his treasure again; but I suppose it has done him more good, after all, than a hundred gold dollars at compound interest for a hundred years.
You know why. It made him remember to keep out of bad company.