"I should think so," interposed Mr. Fisher; "but Mr. Munroe spoke to me about helping you in some way: did he say anything to you about it!"
"Yes; that was what he wanted to see me at his house for principally."
"Well, lad, out with it: did he make you an offer of some sort?"
"Yes, he made me a very kind offer indeed."
"Well, Ben, what was it like? You are precious slow this morning."
"Am I?"
"You are, indeed. He hasn't proposed suicide to you, has he?"
"Not quite. Bat I had better tell you all that passed between us."
"Of course you accepted his offer?" said Mr. Fisher, when he had done.
"No, I did not."
"You didn't?"
"No; I said I would like to talk to you about it before coming to a decision."
"You needn't fear, lad,'* said Mr. Fisher, with a little shake in his voice, "that I will put a straw in your way. I shall be very sorry to lose you, I confess, for you have been a great help to me, especially as neither Harry nor George would take to farming, and I know you have been a great comfort to the missus."
"That he has," said Mrs. Fisher, as if speaking to herself.
