feated. We don't care to have anything more to do with
you."

There is no need of recording the landlord's ill-natured answer. He was
angry and humiliated, and, when he got home, snapped up Mrs. Jones when
she began to make inquiries about the new property. He felt the worse
because he had been defeated by a boy.

CHAPTER XXXIV

HOW IT ENDED

"Robert," said Gilbert Huet later in the day, "next week Julian and I go
to Boston, where we shall try to make a home for ourselves."

Robert looked sober.

"I shall feel very lonely without you," he said.

"You are to go, too, Robert," said Julian quickly.

"If you will. Julian wants your society, and so do I."

Robert's face flushed with eager delight.

"But my aunt?" he said.

"I have been speaking to your aunt. In fact, I invited her to accompany
us, but she says she is used to Cook's Harbor and cannot leave it."

"I don't like to leave her alone."

"Then I'll tell you what you can do. I understand that young Frank
Shelton is seeking for a home where he can take his promised wife. I
advise you to enlarge the cottage, putting on another story and perhaps
an L also. This will give you plenty of room for your aunt and the young
couple, who will be company for her."

"Yes," said Mrs. Trafton, "I always liked Frank Shelton and his wife
that is to be. The arrangement will be very agreeable to me."

"But," objected Robert, "how can I build an addition to the house? I
have no money."

"I beg your pardon," said Mr. Huet, smiling, "but I don't think a young
gentleman worth ten thousand dollars can truthfully say he has no money.
I hope, Robert, you are not growing mean."

"Ten thousand dollars!" ejaculated Robert, his eyes wide open with
amazement.

"Certainly."

"I don't understand you, Mr. Huet."

"Then perhaps you will understand this."

Mr. Huet handed Robert a slip of paper, which proved to be a check on
the Merchants' Bank, of Boston, for the sum of ten thousand dollars,
payable to Robert Coverdale or order. It was signed by Gilbert Huet.

"You see, you are rich, Robert," said Julian, smiling with joy at his
friend's good fortune.

"Oh, Mr. Huet, I don't deserve this," said Robert, his heart full.

"You must let me judge of that, my dear boy. Say no more or you will be
depreciating Julian's value. You have restored him to me, and I consider
him worth much more than ten thousand dollars."

Of course, Robert joyfully accepted the munificent gift