fifty cents, and money must be had.

"I think father'll agree to your terms," he said. "I'll let you know
this afternoon."

"All right, Grant. It don't make a mite of difference to me, but if
your father wants the money he'll have to speak for it to-day."

"I'll see that the matter is attended to," said Grant, and he went
on his way, pleased with the prospect of obtaining money for their
impoverished household, even on such hard terms.

Next he made his way to Mr. Tudor's store.

It was one of those country variety stores where almost everything
in the way of house supplies can be obtained, from groceries to dry
goods.

Mr. Tudor was a small man, with a parchment skin and insignificant
features. He was in the act of weighing out a quantity of sugar for
a customer when Grant entered.

Grant waited till the shopkeeper was at leisure.

"Did you want to see me, Grant?" said Tudor.

"Yes, Mr. Tudor. You sent over a bill to our house this morning."

"And you've come to pay it. That's right. Money's tight, and I've
got bills to pay in the city."