“Yes, I see no objection.  I—­I would invite you to dinner, but Mrs. Crawford seems to be suffering from a nervous attack, and it might not be pleasant.”

“I agree with you, sir.”

Just then Peter entered the room, and looked at Gilbert with surprise and wrath, remembering his recent discomfiture at the hands of the young visitor.

“My stepson, Peter,” announced Dr. Crawford.

“Peter and I have met before,” said Gilbert, smiling.

“What are you here for?” asked Peter, rudely.

“Not to see you,” answered Gilbert, turning from him.

“My mother’ll have something to say to you,” went on Peter, significantly.

“She will have something to say to you,” retorted Gilbert.  “She has found out who stole her money.”

Peter’s face turned scarlet instantly, and he left the room hurriedly.

“Perhaps I ought not to have said that, Dr Crawford,” added Gilbert, apologetically, “but I dislike that boy very much, and couldn’t help giving him as good as he sent.”

“It is all very unpleasant,” responded Dr. Crawford, peevishly.  “I don’t see why I can’t live in peace and tranquility.”

“I won’t intrude upon you any longer,” said Gilbert, “if you will kindly tell me whether you will consent to make Carl a small weekly allowance.”

“I can’t say now.  I want time to think.  Give me your address, and I will write to Carl in your care.”

“Very well, sir.”

Gilbert left the house and made arrangements to have Carl’s trunk called for.  It accompanied him on the next train to Warren.

CHAPTER VI.

Mrs. Crawford’s letter.

“How did you like my stepmother?” asked Carl, when Gilbert returned in the afternoon.

“She’s a daisy!” answered Gilbert, shrugging his shoulders.  “I don’t think I ever saw a more disagreeable woman.”

“Do you blame me for leaving home?”

“I only wonder you have been able to stay so long.  I had a long conversation with your father.”

“Mrs. Crawford has made a different man of him.  I should have no trouble in getting along with him if there was no one to come between us.”

“He gave me this for you,” said Gilbert, producing the ten-dollar bill.

“Did my stepmother know of his sending it?”

“No; she was opposed to sending your trunk, but your father said emphatically you should have it.”

“I am glad he showed that much spirit.”

“I have some hopes that he will make you an allowance of a few dollars a week.”

“That would make me all right, but I don’t expect it.”

“You will probably hear from your father to-morrow or next day, so you will have to make yourself contented a little longer.”

“I hope you are not very homesick, Mr. Crawford?” said Julia, coquettishly.

“I would ask nothing better than to stay here permanently,” rejoined Carl, earnestly.  “This is a real home.  I have met with more kindness here than in six months at my own home.”