in, and Gottlieb 's share will be something! Oh! we shall live grandly."
"Well, so much the better, dear mother," said Philip; "but have you paid the rent of the cottage yet?"
Old Gottlieb shrugged his shoulders.
Philip laid a purse upon the table.
"There are two-and-twenty dollars that I have saved. I can do very well without them; take them for a New Year's gift, and then we can all three enter on the new year without a debt or a care. God grant that we may end it in health and happiness! Heaven in its goodness will provide for both you and me!"
Tears came into Mother Katharine's eyes as she kissed her son; old Gottlieb said: "Philip, you are the prop and stay of our old age. Continue to be honest and good, and to love your parents, so will a blessing rest on you. I can give you nothing for a New Year's gift, but a prayer that you may keep your heart pure and true—this is in your power—you will be rich enough—for a clear conscience is a Heaven in itself."
So said old Gottlieb , and then he wrote down in an account-book the sum of two-and-twenty dollars that his son had given him.
"All that you have cost me in childhood is now nearly paid up. Your savings amount to three hundred and seventeen dollars, which I have received."
