"Here, Madam," said Harry, when he had retraced his steps to the
house, "is your tablecloth, for which I am much obliged. It saved the
train."
"Well, I'm thankful! Little did I ever think a tablecloth would do so
much good. Why, it only cost me a dollar and a quarter."
"Allow me to ask your acceptance of this bill to pay you for the use
of it."
"Land sakes! why, you've given me ten dollars!"
"It's all right. It came from the passengers. They gave me something
too."
"You didn't tell me your name."
"My name is Harry Vane."
"Do you live round here? I never heerd the name afore."
"I've just come to the village. I'm going to live with John Fox."
"You don't say! Be you any kin to Fox?"
"Not very near. He's my guardian."
"If he hears you've had any money give you, he'll want to take care of
it for you."
This consideration had not occurred to Harry. Indeed, he had for so
short a time been the possessor of the money, of which he did not know
the amount, that this was not surprising.
"Well, good-morning!" he said.
"Good-morning! It's been a lucky mornin' for both of us."
"I must go somewhere where I can count this money unobserved," he said
to himself.
Not far away he saw a ruined shed.
Harry entered the shed, and sitting down on a log, took out the bills,
which he had hurriedly stuffed in his pocket, and began to count them.
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