There were several protests but Fatty had had enough. He was glad of the opportunity to dive into the pond. One after the other the boys ran up the springboard until only Jim and the stranger were left. The man walked back into the grove and in a moment Jim, in his knickerbockers and blouse, joined him. "I'm glad to see you can obey, as well as boss, me boy," said the man. "Your mother says you don't know that a few days ago she advertised in the N. Y. _Sun_ for a position as housekeeper. I liked the ad and came up to see her. I'm a lawyer in New York, a widower. I like your mother. She's a lady to the center of her. But when she told me she had a boy your age, I felt dubious. She wanted to send for you but I insisted on coming meself. I wanted to see you among boys. Me name is Michael Dennis." Jim flushed painfully. "I don't want my mother to work like that. I can support her." "I'm glad that you feel that way, me boy. But on the other hand, you're not old enough to support her the way she can support herself and you, too." "I'll never let my mother support me!" cried Jim. "What can you do to prevent it?" asked Mr. Dennis. "Wouldn't you like to live in New York?" Jim hesitated. Dennis put his hand on Jim's shoulder. "I like you, me boy. I never thought to want another child about me house. Come, we'll talk it over with your mother." Jim followed into the cottage sitting room, where his mother eyed the two anxiously. "I thought something must have happened," she said. "Did you have trouble finding the pond?" Mr. Dennis smiled genially. "Not a bit! I was just getting acquainted with your boy. He's quite a lad, Mrs. Manning, and I'm going to tell you I'll be glad to have him in me house. Now I'll just tell you what me house is like and what we'll have to expect of each other." After an hour's talk Dennis said: "I will give you fifty dollars a month and board and lodging for the lad." Mrs. Manning flushed with relief. Jim, who had not said a word since coming into the house, spoke suddenly in his father's own drawl: "I don't want anyone to give me my keep. I'll take care of the furnace and do the work round the house you pay a man to do, and if that isn't enough to pay for keeping me, I'll work for you in your office Saturdays." Mr. Dennis looked at the tall boy keenly, then said whimsically, "Well, I thought you'd been smitten dumb." "He's very still, Jim is, except when he's fearfully worked up. All the Mannings are that way," said his mother. Mr. Dennis nodded. "The house takes lots of care. Your mother will get a maid to help her and I'll let the man go who has been doing janitor service for me. With this arrangement, I'll make your mother's salary $65 a month." And so the decision was made. It was the last week in September when Jim and his mother left Exham. The day before they left the old town, Jim tramped doggedly up the street toward the old Manning mansion. He had not been there since his father's death.