"Oh, no, Dave!"
"I don't want to remain a nobody and have folks shun me on that account."
"Who would do such a thing?" she asked, her eyes opening widely.
"Oh, a good many folks."
"It is very mean of them," came from the little miss, firmly. "But, never mind, Dave, I'll not shun you," she went on, catching his hand and squeezing it as hard as she could. "We're going to be just like a brother and sister always, aren't we?"
"If you say so."
"Don't you say so, Dave?"
"Yes, Jessie."
"Then that is settled, and we won't talk about it any more. Shun you! I just want to see them do it! I won't speak to anybody that does such a thing!" And Jessie looked as tragic as a miss of thirteen can look.
Among the things provided by thoughtful Mr. Wadsworth for Dave was a money belt, and in this was placed a fair amount of bankbills, and also a letter of credit.
"Mr. Wadsworth, you are more than kind!" cried the country boy, and something like tears stood in his honest eyes. "How can I ever repay you?"
"In one way only, Dave. By making a real man of yourself."
