“All right,” said Eddy, and spread his little knees to form a place for the big book.  “I am glad I wasn’t a girl,” he said, in pursuance of his train of thought.  “Golly, what a whopper butterfly!”

“Yes, that is a big fellow,” said Anderson.

“I caught one once twice as big as that in a place where we used to live.”

“Don’t talk any more, son,” said Anderson.

“All right,” returned Eddy, generously, and turned the pages in silence.

It was nearly noon when Sam Riggs came to the office door to announce Charlotte; but she followed closely behind, and saw her brother over the butterfly-book.  She was so surprised that she scarcely greeted Anderson.

“Why, Eddy Carroll, you here?” said she.

“Yes, Charlotte,” replied Eddy, with a curious meekness.

“How long have you been here, dear?”

“Oh, quite a while, Charlotte.  Mr. Anderson has given me this beautiful book to look at.  It’s full of butterflies.”

“That is very kind,” said Charlotte.  “You must be very careful.”

“Yes, I am,” replied Eddy.  “I ate up the candy before I touched it.  Mr. Anderson gave me some bully candy, Charlotte.”

“That was kind,” Charlotte replied, smiling a little uneasily, Anderson thought.

Then she turned to him.  She had been all the time fumbling with a dainty little green purse, and Anderson saw, with a comical dismay, a check appear.  She held it fluttering between a rosy thumb and finger in his direction.  “Mr. Anderson, I brought in this check,” she began, a little hesitatingly, “and—­”

“You would like it cashed?” asked Anderson.

“No, not this time,” said she.  “Papa left it this morning for my mother, and I—­ Mr. Anderson, I know we are owing you, and this is a check for twenty-five dollars, and I should like to pay it to you for your bill.”  At the last Charlotte’s hesitation vanished.  She spoke with pride and dignity.  In reality the child felt that she was doing a meritorious and noble thing.  She was taking money which had been left to spend, to pay a bill.  Moreover, she had not the slightest idea that the twenty-five dollars did not discharge the whole of the indebtedness to Anderson.  She had quite a little dispute with her mother to obtain possession of it for that purpose.

“I think you are very foolish, dear,” Mrs. Carroll had said.  “You might get Mr. Anderson to cash it, and then go to New York and get yourself a new hat.  You really need a new hat, Charlotte.”

“I would rather pay that bill,” Charlotte replied.

“But I don’t see why, dear.  It would really be much wiser to pay the butcher’s bill, and then we could have some meat for dinner.  All we have is eggs.  Don’t you think Charlotte is very foolish, Anna?”

“I have nothing to say,” replied Anna Carroll.

“Why not, Anna?  You act very singularly lately, dear.”

“I want Charlotte to do as she thinks best, and as you think best, Amy,” replied Anna Carroll, who was looking unusually worn, in fact ill, that morning.