for me soon after dark. I brought the dinner pail along just as a matter of form in a way, see"
"Yes, I do see," answered his visitor, with a gulp, and new tears in her eyes—"I see you are a good boy, and a blessing to a good mother, I'll warrant."
"You are right about the good mother, Mrs. Davis," said Ralph, "and I want you to go and see her, to judge for yourself."
Mrs. Davis munched a sandwich. She looked flustered at Ralph's suggestion.
"I'm hardly in a position to make calls—I'm dreadfully poor and humble just now," she said in a broken tone.
"Well," repeated Ralph decisively, "you must call on my mother this afternoon. You see, Mrs. Davis, that rent of yours has got to be paid by six o'clock, hasn't it?"
"The landlord said so."
"I have only a dollar or so in my pocket here," continued Ralph, "but my mother has some of my savings up at the house. I want to let you have ten dollars. I will write a note to my mother, and she will let you have it."
Mrs. Davis let the sandwich she was eating fall nervelessly to the napkin.
"What—what are you saying!" she spoke, staring in perplexity at Ralph.
