’Perhaps not; but when he has educated himself,—­which won’t be long now, Uncle Abel, he is getting on so fast,—­he will not stay here.  We could not expect it.’

‘Why not, if there’s money in it?’

‘Is there money in it?’

A shrewd little smile wreathed her lips, and her whole manner indicated that her sense of humour was touched.

‘There’s money in most things if they are attended to,’ he said, with his usual evasiveness; ’and a young, strong man can work up a small thing into a paying concern if he watches his opportunity.’

‘Money is not everything,’ Gladys replied, as she began to spread the cloth, ‘but it can do a great deal.’

’Ay, you are right, my girl; this is a poor world to live in without it.  Suppose you were a rich woman, what would you do with your money?’

‘Help people who have none; it is the only use money is for.’

‘Now you speak out of ignorance,’ said the old man severely.  ’Don’t you know that there’s a kind of people—­Walter’s parents, for instance—­whom it is not only useless, but criminal, to help with money?  Just think of the poor lad’s case.  He has only had a small wage, certainly; but if it had been three times bigger it would have been the same thing.’

Gladys knit her brows perplexedly.

’It is hard, uncle, certainly.  The plan would be, to help them in a different way.’

’But how?  There are plenty rich and silly women in Glasgow who are systematically fleeced by the undeserving poor—­people who have no earthly business to be poor, who have hands and heads which can give them a competence, only they are moral idiots.  No woman should be allowed full use of large sums of money.  She is so soft-hearted, she can’t say no, and she’s imposed on half the time.’

‘You are very hard on women, Uncle Abel,’ said Gladys, still amused with his enthusiasm.  She had no fear of him.  Although there was not much in common between them, there was a kind of quiet understanding, and they had many discussions of the kind.  ’I would rather be poor always, Uncle Abel, if I were not allowed to spend as I wished.  I should just have to learn to be prudent and careful by experience.’

’Ay, by experience, which would land you in the poorhouse.  Have you no desire for the things other women like—­fine clothes, trinkets, and such-like?’

‘I don’t know, uncle, because I have never had any,’ said Gladys, with a little laugh.  ‘I daresay I should like them very well.’

The old man gave a grunt, and turned on his pillow, as if tired of talk.

Gladys busied herself with the evening meal, and when it was ready called Walter down.  It was a pretty sight to see her waiting on the old man, attending to his comforts, and coaxing him to eat.  In the evening she ran out to get some medicine for him, and when he was left with Walter, busy at his books at the table, he sat up suddenly, as if he had something interesting and important to say.