"Why, Austin!" exclaimed his grandmother when he came to her door. "Can
this be you! I did not know you intended coming. How did you leave the
children!"

"Everybody is well, thank you," primly replied Austin; for he was always a
little afraid of his sharp-spoken grandmother. "Papa thought he could get
along without me for a while, so I am looking for work. Do you know where I
could find Wilbur? Perhaps he could help me get something right away."

"Will is in town somewhere; I see little of him. You come in and spend the
night with us, and hunt him in the morning."

Austin spent a pleasant evening with the old folks; but he told them
nothing of the trouble between him and his father, lest they might detain
him and send word to his father where to find him. The next morning he
found his brother, who was as surprized to see him as the grandparents had
been.

"Hello, kid, how are the folks?" he had greeted him in a jolly tone.

"All right. Papa thought he could get on without me for a while, so I am
looking for work. Do you know where I can get any?"

"No, I do not know of a thing. There is not much around here that is light
enough for a kid," replied Wilbur, who felt his two years' superiority very
much.

"Well, then, could you let me have some money to keep me till I do find
work? I am completely broke and have not been able to get a thing to do."