"Sam," said Will, as they drew up at the gate, "I don't think I
shall pay for this drive. You're much richer than I am."

"Very good, sir," was the chuckling reply, for Sam knew he always
had to expect a joke of this kind from young Mr. Warburton. "As you
please, sir."

"You couldn't lend me half-a-crown, Sam?"

"I daresay I could, sir, if you really wanted it."

"Do then."

Will pocketed the half-crown, jumped off the trap, and took his bag.

"After all, Sam, perhaps I'd better pay. Your wife might grumble.
Here you are."

He handed two shillings and sixpence in small change, which Sam took
and examined with a grin of puzzlement.

"Well, what's the matter? Don't you say thank you, nowadays?"

"Yes, sir--thank you, sir--it's all right, Mr. Will."

"I should think it is indeed. Be here to-morrow morning, to catch
the 6.30 up train, Sam."

As Will entered the garden, there came forward a girl of something