But even yet the matter was not decided. That Thursday night, after the younger members of the household were asleep, Mr. Abbott and his mother talked together in his den. "Julie was the happiest child in this world when I told her she was to go with Dan." The old lady smiled as she recalled the hoppings and squealings with which the small girl had expressed her joy. "Luckily I'd washed and ironed her summer clothes on Monday and Tuesday, and this being only Thursday, she hadn't soiled any of them." Then her tone changed to one of tenderness. "Dan," she said, "Julie and Jane aren't much alike, are they? That little girl didn't hop and squeal long before she thought of something that sobered her. Then she told me, 'I don't like to go, Grandma, and leave Gerald at home. He's been wishing and wishing and wishing he could go, but he wouldn't tell Dad 'cause he wants to stay home and earn money to help.'" To the little old lady's surprise, her companion sprang up as he exclaimed: "Mother, I won't be gone long. Wait up for me!" Seizing his hat from the hall "tree," he left the house. "Well, now, that's certainly a curious caper," the old lady thought. "He couldn't have been listening to a word I was saying. He must have thought of something he'd forgotten, probably it's something for Jane. Well, there's nothing for me to do but wait." She glanced at the clock on the mantle. Even then it was late. She was usually asleep at ten. There had been time for many a little cat-nap before she heard her son returning. His expression assured the old lady that he was satisfied with the result of his errand. "Why, Dan Abbott," she exclaimed, "whatever started you off in that way? 'Twasn't anything I said, was it?" The man sank down in his chair again and took from his pocket a telegram. "That's what I went after, mother," he told her. "I wired Bethel for one more pass, as I had a small son who also wished to go West, and this is his answer: "'Glad indeed to accommodate you, Dan, and I'm sending one more, just for good measure. Happened to recall that you have four children. Let me do something else for you, old man, if I can.'" The grandmother looked up with shining eyes as she commented: "Bert Bethel's a true friend, if there ever was one. Won't Gerry be wild with joy? "But, goodness me, Danny, that means more packing to do. There's room enough in Julie's trunk for the things Gerald will need, and I do believe I'll go right up and put them in while the boy's asleep." Then she paused and looked at her son inquiringly. "Will it be quite fair to Mr. Peterson to have Gerry leave his store without giving notice?" "I've attended to that, mother," the man replied. "While I was waiting for an answer from Bert, I walked over to the grocery and told Jock Peterson all that had happened, and he was as pleased as he could be. He wants Gerald to come over there first thing in the morning to get a present to take with him.