just sue them and I'll stand the costs—that is, if they aren't too heavy."
Frank felt quite lighthearted as he left old Dobbins and started homeward. He entered the house whistling, and threw the newspaper he had just got at the post-office into his aunt's lap. As he went outside and was passing the open window of the sitting-room, a cry brought him to a halt.
"What is the matter, Aunt Tib?" he inquired quickly.
Miss Brown held an open letter in her hand and looked fluttering and excited.
"It was inside the paper, Frank," she explained.
"Is it from the folks?" Inquired Frank eagerly.
"It is," assented his aunt.
"Father is well?" asked Frank breathlessly.
"He is getting better every day. But, Frank," and his aunt looked profoundly grave and important, "the serious duties of life are grave. A false step may change the whole course of a young life. There is a tide in the affairs of men"
"Yes, yes," interrupted Frank. "I know all about that; but what are you getting at?"
Miss Brown did not fancy being interrupted in one of her famous homilies, and she answered tart and terse:
"Your father has made arrangements to send
