the confidence which, perhaps owing to our own negligence, we seem to have forfeited."
Paul felt guilty.
"I am writing to Captain Caxton, who, as you doubtless know, was with your father at the time of his death on the Brandywine."
Julius Priest! And the old man hadn't let on!
"I am also sending him a draft for £150"
Five times fifteen—$750—Gee-rusalem!
"He will arrange passage home for you. I expect you to write me on receipt of this, and please believe me, my dear Paul,
Paul replaced the letter in its envelope. On returning from the supper table with the remains of the first course—how they had pitched into the fresh beef!—he broke open the other letter:
"Dear Paul,
"three cheersmy I wisht I was with youThe doctor near fainted when I told him he went to halifax and when he come back I made him tell me your address to write to do you have to wear a sailor suit paul when you are comeing backI'm going to run away when I save enough money from my sunday school collection moneyI hate herepapa spanked me for catching me smokeing a pine coneI wunt forget you paul never nor the secrets nor nothing PaulGoodbye X X X O O O from Gritty."
