Mr. Westmore loved to have the boy by his side and would often
read to him, and Dan would always listen with deep wonder. New fields of
knowledge were being gradually opened of which he knew nothing.
"When I grow to be a big man will I know all about those things?" he one
day asked, when Mr. Westmore had been reading to him from an interesting
book of History.
"That all rests with yourself, Dan," was the reply. "If you want to know,
you can. But it will mean hard work. There is no royal road to learning."
"Then I'm going to learn," Dan emphatically responded, and from that day
Mr. Westmore began to plan for the boy's future as he had never done
before.
One evening about sundown, several weeks later, Nellie and her father were
sitting on the veranda. It was a sultry night, and far in the distance
faint rumblings of thunder could be heard.
"A storm is coming," Nellie remarked. "I hope Mr. Larkins will get back
from the office before it reaches us."
Hardly had she spoken ere a step sounded upon the gravel walk and Mr.
Larkins appeared.
"We were just speaking about you," Nellie exclaimed, and now you are
here.
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