Indeed that gay cavalier was the first to help the
dear lady off with her travelling cloak and bonnet, Mrs. McGuffey
folding her veil, smoothing out her gloves and laying them all
upon the bed in the adjoining room--the one she kept in prime
order for Miss Grayson's use.
The old fellow was facing the coffee-urn when he told her Jack's
story and what he himself had said in reply, and how fine the boy
was in his beliefs, and how well-nigh impossible it was for him
to help him, considering his environment.
The dear lady had listened with her eyes fixed on Peter. It was
but another of his benevolent finds; it had been the son of an old
music teacher the winter before, and a boy struggling through
college last spring;--always somebody who wanted to get ahead in
one direction or another, no matter how impracticable his
ambitions might be. This young man, however, seemed different;
certain remarks had a true ring. Perhaps, after all, her foolish
old brother--foolish when his heart misled him--might have found
somebody at last who would pay for the time he spent upon him.
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