In this present situation, Nelson stood out well. He was generous, sympathetic, and helpful. The fact that he was inclined to pursue the way of least resistance, and considered it right to "let well enough alone," did not impress one so deeply at the present moment. Janice learned that the young man had neither father nor mother, and that his nearest relative was an old aunt who had supplied the money for his college tuition--at least, such money as he had not been able to earn himself. Nelson Haley, however, desired to be self-supporting, and he felt that he had accepted all the assistance he should from the old aunt, whose patrimony was not large. "Old Aunty Peckham is just as good as she can be," he confided to Janice; "but I realize now--have realized for some years, in fact--that if she had not had me to worry about, she could have enjoyed many more good things in life than she has. So I told her I'd come to the end of accepting money from her whenever my own purse got low. "I'll teach school in Poketown a couple of years and save enough to take up law; or perhaps I'll get a chance in some small college. Only, to teach in a real college means _work_," and he laughed. "But--but don't you like to work?" queried Janice, doubtfully. "Now, Janice! who really _likes_ work?" demanded the young man, lightly. "If we can get through the world without much effort, why not take it easily?" "That is not _my_ idea of what we are put in the world for--just to drift along with the current." "Oh, dear, me! what a very strenuous person you are," said the young man, still teasingly. "And--I am afraid--you'd be a most uncomfortable person to have around all the time. Though that doesn't sound gallant, I admit." Janice laughed. "I tell you what it is," she observed, not at all shaken by the young man's remark, "I shouldn't want to feel that there wasn't something in life to get by going after it." "'By going after it?'" repeated the young man, in some puzzlement. "Yes. You say I'd be an uncomfortable comrade. And I expect you're right. Especially for a downright _lazy_ person." "Oh, oh!" he cried. "That was a hard hit." "You're not really lazy, you know," she pursued, coolly. "You only haven't been 'woke up' yet." "I believe that's worse than your former statement," he cried, rather ruefully now. "I suppose I _do_ drift with the current." "Well!" "What kind of a fellow do you expect to marry, Janice?" he asked, with a twinkle in his eye. "Why, I'll tell you," said the girl, practically and without a shadow of false modesty. "I expect a man to prove himself good for something in the world before he even _asks_ me to marry him." "Goodness me! he must be a millionaire, or president, or something like that?" chuckled Nelson.