“I have forgiven you already, Reggie,” was the reply. “I know that you have suffered enough not to need any other lesson. Now, why not make Miles a present of a complete outfit? Wouldn’t he take it all right? Then when he is properly fitted out you can invite him on here for Thanksgiving day.” Rex talked over the idea with Roy and then they wrote to Mrs. Raynor about it. The end of the matter was that they procured Miles’s measure, and sent him the things as a present from Rex. The invitation for Thanksgiving was in the letter that accompanied them. The young fellow’s gratitude was beyond the power of expression, and over and over again he asked Mrs. Raynor if she thought it was right for him to accept the invitation. “Of course it is right,” she told him. “They would not have asked you if they had not wanted you.” His happiness seemed to shine out of every feature of his face when he boarded the Philadelphia train Wednesday afternoon. Rex met him at the station, and was surprised to see what a good looking fellow he made when he was properly rigged out. “Maybe I’ll make some awful blunders,” Miles confided to him on the way to the house. “Remember I’ve never been with swell folks before.” “We’re not swell,” Rex laughed. He had half a mind to let him know then and there where they got their money, but decided that he wouldn’t. That night he took his guest to the theater, and the next day Sydney had a long talk with him. His manners were much easier among the unaccustomed surroundings than Rex had dared to hope they would be. Mrs. Pell was very much attracted by him, and both girls declared he was “so interesting.” In his talk with him Sydney sought to draw out all the facts he could about the Morriseys. “That boy you had the fight with, Miles,” he said—“Jimmy, I think you told Rex his name was—did you never ask him any questions about what he overheard that night?” “No. Mr. Morrisey seemed not to want me to talk about it, and besides, I never would have asked Jimmy after what had happened.” “But you’d ask him now, wouldn’t you?” went on Sydney. “You say that you heard his mother was dead. He seems to be the only person left from whom you can get a clew.” “Yes, I’d ask him now if I had the chance,” Miles admitted “But I don’t know just where he is. You see, I’ve lost track of the Morriseys lately.” “But you could find it again couldn’t you? Write to the place where you heard they were last. Where was that?” “Bismarck.” “Very good. Do that, and when you have found out all you can from Jimmy, let me know.” Miles promised to attend to this, but since he had fallen in with Rex, his desire to hunt up his parents seemed not as strong as it had been. He went back to the Raynors enthusiastic over his visit, and talked of it for weeks afterward.