ended sank back among the cushions and fell into a calm, profound sleep.
"Ralph Fairbanks, you're a brick!" said Will. "He don't look much like the half-drowned, half-starved rat he was when you picked him up."
"Knocked him down, you mean!" said Ralph, with a sigh. "Well, mother, we'll do what we can for him."
"We will do for him just what I pray some one might do for my boy, should such misfortune ever become his lot," said the widow tremulously. "He looks like a hard-working, honest boy. I only hope he may come out of his daze in time. If not, we will do our duty—what we might think a burden may be a blessing in disguise."
"You're always 'casting bread on the waters,' Mrs. Fairbanks!" declared Will, in his crisp, offhand way.
To return after many days—light-headed, light-hearted Will Cheever! There are incidents in every boy's life which are the connecting links with all the unknown future, and for Ralph Fairbanks, although he little dreamed it, this was one of them.
