CHAPTER XXXVI.
ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL Andy was quite unconscious of the good fortune which had come to him.
Though a manly and stout-hearted boy, he was, in fact, getting discouraged.

He was willing and anxious to work, but there seemed to be no work for him to do.

He would have left home some time since to try his fortune elsewhere, but for the entreaties of his mother, who didn't like to lose him.
In the morning after Dr.Townley's visit to Boston, our hero knocked at the doctor's front door.
"Is Dr.Townley at home ?" he asked.
"Yes, Andy," said the doctor, who overheard the inquiry.

"Come right in.

You're just the boy I want to see." Andy entered, twirling his hat awkwardly in his hand.
"Good-morning, Andy," said the doctor, cordially.