"Had you no money ?" "Yes, sir, enough to pay my passage; but Dr.Franklin says that 'a penny saved is a penny earned,' and I thought I would try it.

I shall get rested by the time you return." "But you must go with me.

Timmins, go and get a carriage." Timmins obeyed, and before Mr.Bayard had finished asking Bobby how all the people in Riverdale were, the carriage was at the door.
There was no backing out now, and our hero was obliged to get into the vehicle, though it seemed altogether too fine for a poor boy like him.

Mr.Bayard and Mr.Butler (whom the former had invited to dine with him) seated themselves beside him, and the driver was directed to set them down at No.

--, Chestnut Street, where they soon arrived.
Though my readers would, no doubt, be very much amused to learn how carefully Bobby trod the velvet carpets, how he stared with wonder at the drapery curtains, at the tall mirrors, the elegant chandeliers, and the fantastically shaped chairs and tables that adorned Mr.
Bayard's parlor, the length of our story does not permit us to pause over these trivial matters.
When Ellen Bayard was informed that her little deliverer was in the house, she rushed into the parlor like a hoiden school girl, grasped both his hands, kissed both his rosy cheeks, and behaved just as though she had never been to a boarding school in her life.
She had thought a great deal about Bobby since that eventful day, and the more she thought of him, the more she liked him.