I send. Your money is not all lost, and I may be able, in the course
of twelve months, to recover in a large measure what has been sunk.

"Your affectionate guardian,
EZEKIEL MACK."

"A regular sockdolager, isn't it, Gates?" said Walter.

"I don't see that it's so bad," answered Gates slowly. "Your money
isn't all lost."

"But I must leave college."

"True; but, as your guardian says, you are young, and if you come back
at the end of a year you will still be a year younger than I for your
standing. Of course, I am sorry to have you go."

"I am sure of that, Gates."

"Is the prospect of working for a year so unpleasant to you, Walter?"

"No, I can't say it is," said Walter, brightening up, "not if I can
choose my employment. I shouldn't like to go behind the counter in a
grocery store, or--"

"Black boots for a living?"

"Well, hardly," said Walter, laughing.

"Probably your guardian will consult your preferences."