"I didn't help you for the money." "I know you didn't, my lad," said the colonel, "but I mean to give it to you all the same." He took out his pocketbook, but Andy made one more remonstrance.
"I don't think I ought to take it, sir, thankin' you all the same." "Then I will give you one hundred dollars for your mother.

You can't refuse it for her." Andy's eyes danced with delight.

He knew how much good this money would do his mother, and relieve her from the necessity of working so hard as she was now compelled to do.
"Thank you, sir," he said.

"It'll make my mother's heart glad, and save her from the hard work." "Here is the money, Andy," said the colonel, handing his young companion a roll of bills.
Again Andy poured out warm protestations of gratitude for the munificent gift, with which Colonel Preston was well pleased.
"I believe you are a good boy, Andy," he said.

"It is a good sign when a boy thinks so much of his mother." "I'd be ashamed not to, sir," said Andy.
They soon reached the village.