CHAPTER XXXI.
ONE STEP UPWARD.
In real life the incidents that call for notice do not occur daily.
Months and years pass, sometimes, where the course of life is quiet and uneventful.

So it was with Harry Walton.

He went to his daily work with unfailing regularity, devoted a large part of his leisure to reading and study, or writing sketches for the Boston papers, and found himself growing steadily wiser and better informed.

His account in the savings-bank grew slowly, but steadily; and on his nineteenth birthday, when we propose to look in upon him again, he was worth five hundred dollars.
Some of my readers who are favored by fortune may regard this as a small sum.

It is small in itself, but it was not small for a youth in Harry's position to have saved from his small earnings.