"If you'll give it to me," broke in Theodore, "I'll do my best to please you, and I'll work cheaper than a man. I have handled horses before. Try me for a week, Mr. Hennesy, and if I don't give satisfaction you needn't pay me a cent, and there will be no hard feeling." Mr. Hennesy's first shock of surprise expanded slowly into a grin. John Thomas's eyes were like saucers. "Why-ee--" gurgled Mr. Hennesy, "ye'd burn the shkin all off av yer nose, an' tan yer neck, an' blishter yer han's so yer own mother wouldn't be afther knowin' ye. Ye couldn't niver----" "Come now, Mr. Hennesy," said Theodore, rising abruptly, "if I look like a fool, I assure you I'm not one. Will you give me the chance?" Mr. Hennesy's grin vanished, and his chin squared. "Thot I will!" he said, extending his hand cordially. "Ye can go to work in the mornin'. But moind me,--ye'll do yer full dhuty, or ye'll git fired!" Theodore was gone, as suddenly as he had come, and John Thomas still sat, the picture of helpless surprise. "Well--I'll--be blowed!" he ejaculated, at last. "I wouldn't have thought it of him. He looked too good to spoil his hands. Somethin' must have gone wrong at the drug store." "Which same ye'll not be mintionin' to him, John Thomas," said Mr. Hennesy, with the true instincts of a gentleman. "As if I would!" returned John Thomas scornfully. Dinner was over, and Miss Billy was out weeding the pansy bed when her brother reached home. The long walk from the outskirts of the town where Mr. Hennesy was working, and the noontide heat of the day, had failed to bring the colour back to his pale face. He seemed to have grown taller, and older, in a single morning. Miss Billy, looking up from her flowers, instantly read the trouble in his face, and sprang to her feet. "Wilhelmina," he said, putting his hand on her shoulder and looking down into her face (it was the first time in his life he had called her that), "I've got to borrow your Christmas gold piece. I never thought I'd come down so low, but,--well, I have! I'm in trouble, and I've got to have it to square myself." "Is that all?" cried Miss Billy, brightening. "It can't be a very great trouble that that paltry gold piece can drive away. And I'm so glad to let you have it, Ted." "No,--that's not all," went on Theodore, in a hard voice. "Mr. Brown thinks I'm a sneak, if not a thief!--and I've quit my job. Don't tell father and mother,--not yet, I mean." "Theodore!" There was anguish in Miss Billy's tones that brought the tears for the first time to Theodore's eyes. "But I've hired out to Mr. Hennesy to drive a team, and start to work in the morning." "Brother, you _can't_ do that!" Miss Billy, in spite of herself, was crying now.