Grace Atherton's carriage and that of Edith St.Claire stood oftener before her door than that at Tracy Park; and though the ladies came mostly on business, they found themselves lingering after the business was over to talk with one who, in everything save money, was their equal.
Harold was his grandmother's idol.

For him she toiled and worked, feeling more than repaid for all she did by his love and devotion to her.

And Harold was a noble little fellow, full of manly instincts, and always ready to deny himself for the sake of others.

That he and his grandmother were poor he knew, but he had never felt the effects of their poverty, save when Tom Tracy had jeered at him for it, and called him a pauper.

There had been one square fight between the two boys, in which Harold had been the victor, with only a torn jacket, while Tom's eye had been black for a week, and Mrs.Tracy had gone to the cottage to complain and insist that Harold should be punished.