Mr.Edwards opened his eyes with a frown.
"Sorry, sir," said Steve, "but Tom wants to see the catalogue." His father nodded drowsily and Steve, securing the pamphlet, stole out again with creaking Sunday shoes.

Very quietly the front door went shut and peace at last pervaded the house.

In the library, Mr.Edwards, dropping into slumber, was dimly conscious of a last disturbing thought.
It was that he was going to miss that boy of his a whole lot after next week! "It's all right," declared Tom Hall as he took the catalogue from Steve with eager fingers.

"At least, I'm pretty sure it is.

He said at dinner that he'd think it over, and when he says that it means--that it's all right.