Yes. Here is a dime for yourself. Get a hot chocolate; you must be cold."
"T'anks!" was the reply. "I kin git two for dat!"
"I hope he won't buy cigarettes," ventured Mollie.
"Nonsense!" answered Grace, as she tore open the message, which was addressed to her father. She felt she had a right to do this, as, had it been some business communication, she argued, it would have gone to Mr. Ford's office. Grace felt sure it was from her brother.
Quickly she read the brief message in the waning light of the winter day. Then she swayed and her face paled.
"What is it—bad news?" asked Betty quickly, as she put her arms around her chum.
"Yes—yes. It's about—Will. Read it. Poor mother! How can I tell her? And she has been expecting him so!"
Betty glanced at the few words. They were:
"Cannot locate Will Ford at Jacksonville address given. Am holding the twenty-five dollars subject to your order. Party was at address noted, but information to our agent here is to effect that young man left in company with a labor contractor who does not bear a very good
