"You're a tip-top fellow, Kit. But I don't think I ought to take it. I don't know when I shall be able to return it." "Who asked you to return it? I meant it as a gift." "You're a true friend, Kit," said Dan, earnestly. "I don't know as I ought to take it, but I will anyhow. You know I only get my board and a dollar a week from Farmer Clifford, and that I give to my mother." "I wish you had a better place, Dan." "So do I; but perhaps it is as well as I can do at my age. All boys are not born to good luck as you are." "Am I born to good luck? I don't know." "Isn't your uncle Stephen the richest man in Smyrna?" "I suppose he is; but that doesn't make me rich." "Isn't he your guardian?" "Yes; but it doesn't follow because there is a guardian there is a fortune." "I hope there is." "I am going to tell you something in confidence, Dan. Uncle Stephen has lately been dropping a good many hints about the necessity of being economical, and that I may have my own way to make in the world. What do you think it means?" "Have you been extravagant?" "Not that I am aware of. I have been at an expensive boarding school with my cousin Ralph, and I have dressed well, and had a fair amount of spending money." "Have you spent any more than Ralph?" "No; not so much, for I will tell you in confidence that he has been playing pool and cards for money, of course without the knowledge of the principal. I know also that this last term, besides spending his pocket money he ran up bills, which his father had to pay, to the amount of fifty dollars or more." "How did your uncle like it?" "I don't know. Ralph and his father had a private interview, but he got the money. I believe his mother took his part." "Why don't you ask your uncle just how you stand?" "I have thought of it. If I am to inherit a fortune I should like to know it. If I have my own way to make I want to know that also, so that I can begin to prepare for it." "Would you feel bad if you found out that you were a poor boy--like me, for instance?" "I suppose I should just at first, but I should try to make the best of it in the end." "Well, I hope you won't have occasion to buckle down to hard work. When do you go back to school?" "The next term begins next Monday." "And it is now Wednesday. You will be able to see the circus at any rate. It is to arrive to-night." "Suppose we go round to the lot to-morrow morning. We can see them putting up the tents." "All right! I'll meet you at nine o'clock." They were about to separate when another boy, of about the same age and size, came up. "It's time for dinner, Kit," he said; "mother'll be angry if you are late." "Very well! I'll go home with you. Good morning, Dan." "Good morning, Kit. Good morning, Ralph." Ralph mumbled out "Morning," but did not deign to look at Dan. "I wonder you associate with that boy, Kit," he said. "Why?" inquired Kit, rather defiantly. "Because he's only a farm laborer." "Does that hurt him?"