"And your grandfather never used any of the money your mother sent to
pay for your board and clothing?"

"Not a cent of it. He said it wouldn't be right, because he loves me
so much."

The woman remained silent for some time, and Rod thought that her face
seemed very sad. Perhaps she was tired.

"Guess we'd better go now, Phil," and he turned to his companion who
had not opened his lips once.

"What, so soon?" the singer enquired, rousing from her reverie.

"Yes. Mr. Dexter, he's Phil's father, will be waiting for us, and
he'll think we are lost."

"Just a minute, Rod," and the woman laid her hand lightly on his
shoulder, "how would you like to go with me in the car to Hillcrest
tomorrow?"

Rod's eyes sparkled for an instant with pleasure. How he had often
longed to ride along the road in a big car such as he had seen buzzing
by. Suddenly his face grew grave.

"I'm afraid I can't," he slowly replied. "It will be late when you get
there, and I must be at the concert to take my part. Captain Josh and
the boys couldn't get along very well without me. I'm patrol leader,
you know, and so must be there."