"You have got more spunk than I gave you credit for; but you are sure of losing your place," replied Edward, following him upstairs. "I can't help it." Harry opened a drawer in the old broken bureau in the room, and from beneath his clothes took out the great pill box which served him for a savings bank. "You have got lots of money," remarked Edward, as he glanced at the contents of the box. "Not much; only twelve dollars," replied Harry, taking out three of them to pay his expenses to Rockville. "You won't leave that box there, will you, while you are gone?" "Why not?" "Somebody may steal it." "I guess not. I can hide it, though, before I go." "Better do so." Harry took his money and went to a bookstore in Washington Street, where he purchased an appropriate present for Julia, for which he gave half a dollar. On his return, he wrote her name in it, with his own as the giver. Then the safety of his money came up for consideration; and this matter was settled by raising a loose board in the floor and depositing the pill box in a secure place. He had scarcely done so before Edward joined him. Our hero did not sleep much that night. He was not altogether satisfied with the step he was about to take. It was not doing right by his employers; but he compromised the matter in part by engaging Edward, "for a consideration," to make the fires and sweep out the next morning. At noon, on the following day, he reached Rockville, and hastened to the house of Mr. Bryant. "How is she?" he asked, breathless with interest, of the girl who answered his knock. "She is better to-day. Are you the boy from Boston?" "Yes. Do they think she will get well?" "The doctor has more hope of her." "I am very glad to hear it." Harry was conducted into the house, and Mr. Bryant was informed of his presence. "I am glad you have come, Harry. Julia is much better to-day," said her father, taking him by the hand. "She has frequently spoken of you during her illness, and feels a very strong interest in your welfare." "She was very good to me. I don't know what would have become of me if she had not been a friend to me." "That is the secret of her interest in you. We love those best whom we serve most. She is asleep now; but you shall see her as soon as she wakes. In the meantime you had better have your dinner." Mr. Bryant looked very pale, and his eyes were reddened with weeping. Harry saw how much he had suffered during the last fortnight; but it seemed natural to him that he should suffer terribly at the thought of losing one so beautiful and precious as the little angel. He dined alone with Mr. Bryant, for Mrs. Bryant could not leave the couch of the little sufferer. The fond father could speak of nothing but Julia, and more than once the tears flooded his eyes, as he told Harry how meek and patient she had been through the fever, how loving she was, and how resigned even to leave her parents, and go to the heavenly Parent, to dwell with Him forever.