In a day or two he will be more accustomed to his great responsibility, as he calls it." "Of course you don't trust him," said Madame Fontaine, "with keys that are of any importance; like the key of your desk there, for instance." Mrs.Wagner's steady gray eyes began to brighten.

"I can trust him with anything," she answered emphatically.
Madame Fontaine arched her handsome brows in a mutely polite expression of extreme surprise.
"In my experience of the world," Mrs.Wagner went on, "I have found that the rarest of all human virtues is the virtue of gratitude.

In a hundred little ways my poor friendless Jack has shown me that he is grateful.

To my mind that is reason enough for trusting him." "With money ?" the widow inquired.
"Certainly.

In London I trusted him with money--with the happiest results.