Freddy, on the other hand, looked rather alarmed at his young brother's audacity, and contented himself with holding out his hand.
"Good-bye, little chap," said Jeffreys, feeling a queer lump in his throat and not exactly knowing which way to look.
Next moment the two little brothers were trotting down the road hand-in- hand as gay as young larks.

Jeffreys thought no more about the navvies, or the delights of a labourer's life.

A new hope was in him, and he strolled slowly back into York wondering to himself if angels ever come to men in the shape of little schoolboys.
It was still early when he reached the city.

So he spent sixpence of his little store on a bath in the swimming baths, and another sixpence on some breakfast.

Then, refreshed in body and mind, he called at the post-office.