Mr. Somerby was not in business, unless he may be called a capitalist. He was the possessor of a large fortune, and the care of his property required a considerable share of his time. When Ben was ready to go the next morning, Mr. Somerby put an envelope into his hand. "Don't open this till you get home," he said. "No, sir." "Now, good-by, and good luck to you." "Thank you, sir." Meanwhile Mrs. Bradford at home was feeling anxious. Old Mrs. Perkins had dropped in to make a call, and her conversation wasn't reassuring. "Hasn't Ben got back?" she asked. "Not yet." "There's a great risk in sendin' a boy so fur," said the old lady. "Do you think so?" asked Mrs. Bradford uneasily. "To be sure I do. He's too young." "That's what I thought; but Ben was very sure he could get along." "Boys is allus confident," said Mrs. Perkins, whose knowledge of grammar was not very profound; "but I never knew one that you could rely on." "Benjamin is a good boy." "Yes, he's a good boy as boys go; but don't you trust him too fur. When did you expect him back?" "I expected him last night." "And he didn't come? Just as I thought." Mrs. Perkins nodded her head vigorously, and looked unutterably wise. "Maybe the cars is gone off the track," said the old lady. "Oh, don't say such things, Mrs. Perkins," said Mrs. Bradford uneasily. "I didn't say they had, but we're havin' a dreffle number of accidents nowadays." "Ben is all right," said Tony, thinking he ought to defend his cousin. "He said when he went away, he'd come home right side up with care." "Little boys should be seen and not heard," said Mrs. Perkins. "'Always be prepared for the worst.' That's my motto." "And my motto is 'Wait and Hope!'" said a familiar voice outside the door. "It's Ben!" exclaimed Tony joyfully. The door was thrown open and there stood Ben, with little Emma's hand in his. "Aunt Jane," he said, "here's little Emma, come to live with you." "My dear, I am very glad to see you," said Mrs. Bradford. Emma looked in her gentle face, and liked her at once. "Will you be my aunt, too?" she asked. "Yes, my dear." "Tony, come here and be introduced," said Ben. Tony was bashful at first, but it was not very long before he and Emma were merrily playing together. "So you're railly back, Benjamin?" said old Mrs. Perkins, rather disappointed. "Yes, ma'am. How's James?" "Loafin' round, as usual," said his affectionate relative. "Boys are so shiftless." "They may be," admitted Ben good-naturedly, "but they get hungry sometimes. Aunt Jane, is there anything to eat in the house?" "I will set the table at once," said his aunt. "The little girl must be hungry, too." "You're undertakin' a great responsibility, Mrs. Bradford," said Mrs. Perkins. "The little girl will be a great care to you." "I don't look upon it in that light," said Mrs. Bradford. "I am glad to have her here." "Humph! You will talk different a month from now. But I must be goin'."