Stephen was somewhat cast down when he reached home that Saturday evening. He had come out of his examination with feathers drooping. He had been given no more briefs to copy, nor had Mr. Whipple vouchsafed even to send him on an errand. He had not learned how common a thing it is with young lawyers to feel that they are of no use in the world. Besides, the rain continued. This was the fifth day. His mother, knitting before the fire in her own room, greeted him with her usual quiet smile of welcome. He tried to give her a humorous account of his catechism of the morning, but failed. “I am quite sure that he doesn't like me,” said Stephen. His mother continued to smile. “If he did, he would not show it,” she answered. “I can feel it,” said Stephen, dejectedly. “The Judge was here this afternoon,” said his mother. “What?” cried Stephen. “Again this week? They say that he never calls in the daytime, and rarely in the evening. What did he say?” “He said that some of this Boston nonsense must be gotten out of you,” answered Mrs. Brice, laughing. “He said that you were too stiff. That you needed to rub against the plain men who were building up the West. Who were making a vast world-power of the original little confederation of thirteen states. And Stephen,” she added more earnestly, “I am not sure but what he is right.” Then Stephen laughed. And for a long time he sat staring into the fire. “What else did he say?” he asked, after a while. “He told me about a little house which we might rent very cheaply. Too cheaply, it seems. The house is on this street, next door to Mr. Brinsmade, to whom it belongs. And Mr. Whipple brought the key, that we might inspect it to-morrow.” “But a servant,” objected Stephen, “I suppose that we must have a servant.” His mother's voice fell. “That poor girl whom you freed is here to see me every day. Old Nancy does washing. But Hester has no work and she is a burden to Judge Whipple. Oh, no,” she continued, in response to Stephen's glance, “the Judge did not mention that, but I think he had it in mind that Nester might come. And I am sure that she would.”