CHAPTER XXIII.
The Question Settled.
Life's withered leaves grow green again and fresh with childhood's spring,
As I am welcomed back once more within its rainbow ring;
The past, with all its gathered charms, beckons me back in joy,
And loving hearts and open arms re-clasp me as a boy.
Massey.
Next morning Benny was unusually quiet, so much so that
Mrs. Fisher thought he was not well; but he insisted that nothing was the matter with him, and she did not like to question him further. But when Mr. Fisher came in to breakfast he began to rally Benny at once, and to ask him how he got on with the grand folks on the previous evening.
"Very well, I think," Benny answered, simply; "they all seemed very grateful for the little service I had been able to render them."
"And did you find the ladies lions, Benny?" inquired Mrs. Fisher.
"Indeed no," said Benny, colouring; "they all of them made me think more of angels than of lions."
"Indeed?" said Mrs. Fisher, in a questioning tone.
"Yes, they treated me with the utmost kindness, every one of them; but, now I think of it, the ladies always have done so," said Benny, with a laugh.
