. I will advance money enough to cover what he is likely to ask.
What I want you to do is to wait until he sends for more money; then
come to me at once with the news."

Uncle Terry looked at Albert a moment, and suddenly grasping his hand,
exclaimed, "I can't thank ye 'nough for yer offer to help me, but I kin
say how sorry I am I distrusted ye at fust, and as long as I've a roof
to cover my head, ye'r' sure to find a welcome under it, an' the
latch-string allus out."

"I thank you for your kindly words, Mr. Terry," responded Albert, "and I
am likely to avail myself of your invitation again before the summer is
over. I expect my friends back to-day and must join them, but I assure
you I would much prefer to stay here for the two weeks I have planned
for my outing."

"Ye won't go till I see ye again, will ye?" asked Uncle Terry anxiously.

"No," was the answer. "If the 'Gypsy' shows up to-day we will stay in
the harbor to-night, and I should like to have you and Miss Telly visit
her." Then as the old man pushed off and pulled out of the cove with
long slow strokes, Albert watched him with a new interest. "Poor old
fellow," he thought, "he is honest as the day is long, and has a heart
of gold beneath his blunt speech. How hard he has to work for what he
gets, and what a vile thing it was in Frye to rob him so!" When the old
man was out of sight Albert strolled over to the village. On the outer
side of the harbor, and opposite where the houses were, he came to some
long rows of slat benches, and busy at work spreading split fish upon
them was the old lady who had thanked the Lord so fervently at the
prayer-meeting. As she noticed Albert she paused and stood looking at
him curiously. "Good morning, madam," he said as he neared her; "you
have a nice day to dry your fish, haven't you?"

"Yes, sir; the Lord's bin good to me this summer," she answered, still
eyeing him, and added quickly, "you be the young man from Bosting that's
stopping with Uncle Terry, I consider? I seen ye at the meeting last
night with Telly. Do you belong to the world's people, or hev ye made
yer callin' and 'lection sure?"

It was rather a pointed query for so short an acquaintance, and Albert
smiled. "I hope I have some chance of being saved at last," he replied,
"but tell me, why do you ask? Do I look wicked?"

"Looks be mainly deceivin'," she answered, "but if your heart's with the
Lord, you're sure o' salvation."

"You have a large lot of