He may just as well have them." There was a huskiness in the old gentleman's voice, but he coughed it away.
"I don't know how to thank you!" stammered Ingred.
"I don't want any thanks.

It's only a neighborly act.

Take your dog home, and say nothing about all this.

I'll write to your brother.

I wonder I never thought about it before!" Mr.Hardcastle was as good as his word, for next Monday evening quite a large consignment arrived for Athelstane, with a note offering the loan of books and microscope if they would be of any service in his medical studies.
"Why, they're absolutely the very things I wanted!" exclaimed that youth rapturously.