"Couldn't you sell your berries, Robert?" she asked.

 

"I haven't tried yet, mother."

 

"The berrying season won't last much longer," said his mother, despondently¹.

 

"Don't borrow trouble, mother. I am sure we shall get along well."

 

"You feel more confidence than I do."

 

"I just met Halbert Davis in the street."

 

"Have you made up with him?"

 

"It is for him to make up with me."

 

"I am afraid you are too high-spirited, Robert. Did Halbert speak to you?"

 

"Oh, yes," said Robert, laughing. "He takes a great interest in my affairs. He predicts that we shall come to the poorhouse yet."

 

"He may be right."

 

"Now, mother, don't be so desponding. We've got enough money to pay our expenses for more than a year, even if we both stop work."

 

"What can you mean, Robert?" said his mother, looking up in surprise. "You must be crazy."

 

"Does that look like going to the poorhouse?" asked Robert, drawing out his money.

 

Mrs. Rushton uttered an exclamation² of surprise.

 

"Whose money is that, Robert?"

 

"Mine!"

 

"You haven't done anything wrong?"

 

"No, mother; I thought you knew me too well for that. I see you are anxious to hear how I obtained it, so I'll tell you all about it."

 

He sat down, and in brief words told his mother the story of the train and its peril³, how he had rescued it, and, lastly, of the generous gift which he had so unexpectedly received. The mother's heart was touched, and she forgot all her forebodings.

 

"My son, I am proud of you," she said, her eyes moist. "You have done a noble deed, and you deserve the reward. But what a risk you ran!"

 

"I know it, mother, but we won't think of that, now that it is over. How much, money do you think I have here?"

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