“When a boy loses his good name, and his self-respect, and his liberty,” slowly replied Aunt Betty, looking sorrowfully through the window near her, “I think he loses about everything there is.” Uncle John may have acted from what he thought was a sense of duty, in something he had done concerning Jim, but he looked very uncomfortable, just now. He sat there, with a face that grew redder and redder, all the while Aunt Betty was gone into the kitchen, after the teapot and the other things that belonged to the farmhouse supper-table. It might have been better for them both if Jim had been there, instead of at one of the tables in the House of Refuge. III EVENING VISITORS Rodney had said enough to Millie to make it plain that his mother was accustomed to go out to work and that she earned barely enough for them to live on. He may have been thinking of that, now, as he stared at his house. “It’s a big avenue,” he said, “but mother’s got to sell one of our lots to pay off the taxes and assessments for having it done. I don’t care if the city does pay for What land they take. It’s hard on mother.--She’ll be awful tired, but supper’s ready. Good one, too. Don’t I Wish I could find something to do, now I’m out of school? I’ve tried in dozens of places. Guess there are too many boys.--Hullo!” “Me b’ye,” came at that moment in a deep, good-humored voice, behind him, “what ye want is a dure, where the small windy is. I can put wan in, chape.” “That’s what we want, Pat,” said Rodney. “It’s a dure was in a building we tore down,” said Pat, “and it’s a good big wan. All it wants is puttin’ in, and a dure step to the walk, wid a good rail, and ye’ll be as well aff as iver ye was, wid a foine front on the aveny.” “I’ll tell mother,” said Rodney, with a keen and hopeful survey of the place where the door was to be. “’Twon’t cost her much,” added Pat, “and the likes of her don’t want to be climbin’ in and out o’ windies.” Away he went and Rodney was still considering the matter when he was again spoken to. “O Rodney! This is dreadful! Seems to me as if they were taking away everything.” “Mother!” exclaimed Rodney. “We’ll have a door, there, instead of a window----” and he rapidly explained Pat’s offer. “Tell him to go ahead!” said Mrs. Nelson. “No matter what it is, so long as it’s a door. But somebody’s neck’ll be broken, yet, tumbling down that wall, into our garden.” She said that as she was getting in at the window, after Rodney had taken away a bundle she had carried. “I’ll take it downstairs,” he said, as he followed her. “The parlor’s got to come up here, but we can leave the dining-room where it is, and the kitchen. Billy’s been walking around, all day, at the foot of the wall, trying to find a place to climb out, but there isn’t any.” At that very moment, a bearded, contented looking face, appeared at the bay window. “Ba-a-beh!” it remarked.