Driven from Home, or Carl Crawford's Experience by Horatio Alger
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"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." "You have one staunch friend at home," said Gilbert. "You don't allude to Peter?" "So far as I can judge, he hates you like poison. I mean Jane." |
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