You are varry, varry welcome, my dear lad." "How can you spare me so much ?" "Well, I've been saving a bit here and there and now and then for thirty years, and with interest coming and coming, a little soon counts up.
Why, John, I must have been saving for this very strait all these years.
Now, the silent money will talk and the idle money roll here and there, making more.

That is what money is cut round for--I expect." "Mother, this is one of the happiest hours in my life.

I was carrying a big burden of anxiety." "Thou need not have carried it an hour; thou might hev known that God and thy mother would be sufficient." The next morning John went down the hill with a check for twenty thousand pounds in his pocket and a prayer of rest in his heart and a bubbling song on his lips.

And all my readers must have noticed that good fortune as well as misfortune has a way of coming in company.

There is a tendency in both to pour if they rain, and that day John had another large remittance from a Manchester house and the second mail brought him a letter which was as great a surprise as his mother's loan.
It was from Lord Harlow and read as follows: JOHN HATTON, MY GOOD FRIEND, I must write you about three things that call for recognition from me.