“Shall I take care of it for you, Robert?” asked Mrs. Trafton. “No, Aunt Jane; he would find it out, and I don’t want to get you into any trouble. I know of a good place to put it--a place where he will never find it. I will put it there till we need to use it.” “You must buy something for yourself with it. The money is yours.” Robert shook his head decidedly. “I don’t need anything--that is, I don’t need anything but what I can do without. We will keep it to buy bread and tea and anything else that we need. Now, aunt, while you are steeping the tea, I will go out and dispose of the money.” Here it is necessary to explain that though John Trafton started for home when he heard from Mr. Sands about Robert’s unexpected wealth, he changed his mind as he passed the tavern. He thought he must have one more drink. He entered and preferred his request. “Trafton,” said the landlord, “don’t you think you’ve had enough?” “Not quite. I want one more glass and then I’ll go home.” “But you are owing me several dollars. Clear off that score and then you may have as much as you will.” “I’ll pay you a dollar on account to-morrow.” “Do you mean it?” “Yes. Bob’s got some money of mine--over a dollar. I’ll get it to-night and bring it round to-morrow.” “Of course, Trafton, If you’ll keep your credit good, I won’t mind trusting you. Well, what shall it be?” John Trafton gave his order and sat down again in the barroom. He felt so comfortable that he easily persuaded himself that there was no hurry about collecting the money in his nephew’s hands. Robert was at home by this time and would have no way of spending the balance of his cash. “It’s all right,” said the fisherman; “I’ll wait till ten o’clock and then I’ll go home.” Meanwhile Robert went out on the cliff and looked about him. He looked down upon the waves as they rolled in on the beach and he enjoyed the sight, familiar as it was, for he had a love of the grand and beautiful in nature. “I think if I were a rich man,” thought the poor fisherman’s boy, “I would like to build a fine house on the cliff, with an observatory right here, where I could always see the ocean. It’s something to live here, if I do have to live in a poor cabin. But I must consider where I will hide my money.” At his feet was a small tin box, which had been thrown away by somebody, and it struck Robert that this would make a good depository for his money. Fortunately the cover of the box was attached to it. He took the money from his vest pocket and dropped it into the box. Then he covered it, and, finding a good place, he scooped out the dirt and carefully deposited the box in the hole. He carefully covered it up, replacing the dirt, and took particular notice of the spot, so that there would be no difficulty in finding it again whenever he had occasion.