"I don't think I'll go with you, Uncle Ezra."
"Not go with me? Why, what will you do?"
"Stay here and finish out the spring term. I'm just beginning to enjoy himself. There are only a few weeks left."
"But how can you? You have very little, if any, money."
"My tuition and board are paid up to the end of this term," said Dick calmly. "I have considerable money on deposit in the Kentfield bank, that I drew out from my funds at Hamilton Corners, when I came here. That will last me for some time. I think I prefer staying here to going back to—to Dankville."
"Well, of all the foolish, idiotic, senseless, rash proceedings I ever heard of!" exclaimed Uncle Ezra. "The idea! You will stay here and use up what little money is saved from the wreck of your fortune! Why, maybe you could get a rebate on what has been paid for board and tuition."
"I shouldn't think of asking for it," said Dick. "No, I think I'll stick it out here."
There was a movement at the door, and something came into the room, something that slid up to Dick, and began wiggling at his feet.
"Quiet, Grit, old boy," he said.
"Is that your bulldog?" asked Uncle Ezra.
"Yes; he was too lonesome at home without me, so I sent for him. He stays in the stable."
"Another foolish and useless expense," mur-
