It might have been supposed that he would have felt disposed to assist his brother, whose scanty salary he knew was inadequate to the needs of a family. But Godfrey Thornton was an obstinate man, and chose to give assistance in his own way, and no other. It would be a very handsome thing, he thought, to give his nephew a college education. And so, indeed, it would. But he forgot one thing. In families of limited means, when a boy reaches the age of fifteen or sixteen he is very properly expected to earn something toward the family income, and this Grant could not do while preparing for college. If his uncle could have made up his mind to give his brother a small sum annually to make up for this, all would have been well. Not that this idea had suggested itself to the Rev. John Thorn-ton. He felt grateful for his brother's intentions toward Grant, and had bright hopes of his boy's future. But, in truth, pecuniary troubles affected him less than his wife. She was the manager, and it was for her to contrive and be anxious. After Grant had arranged the matters referred to in the preceding chapter, he told his mother that he proposed to go to Somerset to call on his uncle. “No, Grant, I don't object, though I should be sorry to have you lose the chance of an education.” “I have a very fair education already, mother. Of course I should like to go to college, but I can't bear to have you and father struggling with poverty. If I become a business man, I may have a better chance to help you. At any rate, I can help you sooner. If I can only induce Uncle Godfrey to give you the sum my education would cost him, I shall feel perfectly easy.” “You can make the attempt, my son, but I have doubts about your success.” Grant, however, was more hopeful. He didn't see why his uncle should object, and it would cost him no more money. It seemed to him very plain sailing, and he set out to walk to Somerset, full of courage and hope. It was a pretty direct road, and the distance--five miles--was not formidable to a strong-limbed boy like Grant. In an hour and a half he entered the village, and soon reached the small one-story building which served his uncle as an office. Entering, he saw his uncle busy with some papers at his desk. The old lawyer raised his eyes as the door opened. “So it's you, Grant, is it?” he said. “Nobody sick at home, eh?” “No, Uncle Godfrey, we are all well.” “I was afraid some one might be sick, from your coming over. However, I suppose you have some errand in Somerset.” “My only errand is to call upon you, uncle.” “I suppose I am to consider that a compliment,” said the old bachelor, not ill pleased. “Well, and when are you going to be ready for college?” “I can be ready to enter in September,” replied Grant. “That is good. All you will have to do will be to present yourself for examination. I shall see you through, as I have promised.” “You are very kind, Uncle Godfrey,” said Grant; and then he hesitated.