Mrs.
Prescott's face and words both expressed her pleasure.
"At first, mother, I didn't think of anything but pocket money," Dick admitted.

"Then my head got to work a bit.

It has struck me that if I can make a little money each week by writing for 'The Blade,' I can pay you at least a bit of the money that you and Dad have to spend to keep me going." "I am glad you thought of that," replied Mrs.Prescott, patting her boy's hand.

"But we shan't look to you to do anything of the sort.

Your father and I are not rich, but we have managed all along to keep you going, and I think we can do it for a while longer.