"Don't borrow trouble, mother. I am sure we shall get along well."

"You feel more confidence than I do."

"I just met Halbert Davis in the street."

"Have you made up with him?"

"It is for him to make up with me."

"I am afraid you are too high-spirited, Robert. Did Halbert speak to
you?"

"Oh, yes," said Robert, laughing. "He takes a great interest in my
affairs. He predicts that we shall come to the poorhouse yet."

"He may be right."

"Now, mother, don't be so desponding. We've got enough money to pay our
expenses for more than a year, even if we both stop work."

"What can you mean, Robert?" said his mother, looking up in surprise.
"You must be crazy."

"Does that look like going to the poorhouse?" asked Robert, drawing out
his money.

Mrs. Rushton uttered an exclamation of surprise.

"Whose money is that, Robert?"