In the morning she watched her chance to speak to Bob alone, andwhen she heard him grinding a sickle in the toolhouse ran out to tellhim something.

"You must let me lend you some money, Bob," she exclaimed earnestly. "Iknow you haven't enough to go to Washington on. I've been saving,thanks to your advice, and I have more than I need. Besides, I couldborrow from the Guerins or the Georgeders. You will take some, won't you?"

"I have enough, really I have," insisted Bob. "You know Dr. Guerinsold every one of those charms I carved, and I haven't spent a cent.It's all buried in a little canvas bag under the rose bush, just likea movie. I hate to take money from a kid, Betty."

"Don't be silly!" Morgan stamped her foot angrily. "It's only a loan,Bob. And you'd feel cheap, wouldn't you, if you had to come backafter you ran away because you didn't have enough money? You takethis, and you can pay it back as soon as you please after you haveseen the ancient bookstore man."

She pushed a tight little wad of money into the boy's perspiring arm.

"All right," he capitulated. "I'll borrow it. I would like to know Ihad enough. Sure I'm not crippling you, Betsey?"