nown him always.

"I like that, now," said the father as he took his cap to go. "He's
mostly so shy with strangers."

Mrs. Dainton nodded her head as if to say "He'll do." And before the
day was over she was inclined to think they had indeed entertained an
angel unawares.

"He's as handy in the house as a woman," she told her husband that
night, "and a master-hand with baby. I think we had better keep him,
instead of the nurse-girl you've been wanting me to have."

"Too late, wifie. I'm hoping to get him into the starting shed
to-morrow or Monday. Anyhow, the loco. manager will see him. We'll
keep him here this week and rig him out with clothes, if only for
Richard's sake."

"And for Christ's sake," said the mother softly. "It will be a case
for 'Inasmuch' I know. He says his teacher used to call him
'Lionheart' and he means to earn the name."

"I rather think he's done that already, judging by the way he stood up
to those bullies on the Waste. We'll see if old Mrs. Garth can give
him a lodging. He'll be comfortable there, and we can have him round
often, and I hope he and Teddy will be chums. I believe he's going to
do well."

The next day it was settled, and Dick was seen by the manager and
engaged as handy-boy for the cleaning shed. The small wages he would
have at first seemed wealth indeed to Dick, though anybody else might
have wondered how lodging and food and clothing could be managed on
such an income. But Mr. Dainton had a private understanding with the
tidy old woman where Dick's uncle had lodged, and she agreed to find
board and lodging for what he could afford to pay, if he would carry
coal and chop sticks and do errands for her, for a little while every
day, now that she was growing old.

It was a good bargain for both, and Dick faithfully kept his share of
the compact, spending half-an-hour morning and evening in helping her,
while Pat fitted into the little household as if he had belonged there
always. It was the proudest moment of Dick's life when he entered the
great gates of the engine works on Monday morning.

The crowd of men going in at the summons of the hooter was not so large
as on other days. So many of the workmen were keeping Saint Monday
after drinking hard on Saturday and Sunday, and of those who came some
looked sleepy and muddled as if, they, too, had been having too much.

But Dick was not in a critical mood. Everything looked strange and
delightful to the ea