"I am glad to hear it," said the broker, much pleased. "If you want to become stout and strong like Grant, that is the best thing for you to do."
"I never liked playing ball before, papa."
"That is a compliment to you, Grant," said the broker, smiling.
"I think," he said to the prim, elderly lady who presided over the household, acting as housekeeper, "Herbert will be the better for having a boy in the house."
"I don"t know about that," said Mrs. Estabrook, stiffly. "When he came into the house he had mud on his clothes. He never did that till this boy came."
"I won"t complain of that, if his health is improved."
Mrs. Estabrook, who was a poor relation of Herbert"s mother, pursed up her mouth, but did not reply. In her eyes, it was more important that a boy should keep his clothes whole and clean than to have color in his cheeks, and health in his frame.
"I hope that boy won"t stay here long," she thought, referring, of course, to Grant. "He"ll quite spoil Herbert by making him rough and careless of his appearance."
"Well, Herbert, and how do you like Grant?" asked Mr. Reynolds, as his son was bidding him good-night before going to bed.
"I am so glad you brought him here, papa. I shall have good times now. You"ll let him stay all the time, won"t you?"
"I"ll see about it, Herbert," answered his father, smiling.
CHAPTER XII -- MRS. ESTABROOK"S PLANS
Grant was going home with Mr. Reynolds at the close of the fourth day, when it occurred to him to say what had been in his mind for some time: "Isn"t it time, Mr. Reynolds, for me to be looking out for a boarding place?"
The broker smiled, and said with a.s.sumed concern: "Are you dissatisfied with your present boarding place?"
"How could I be, sir?" returned Grant, earnestly. "But you told me I could stay with you a week, while I was looking about for a suitable place to board."
"That is true. Now, however, there is a difficulty about your making a change."
"What is that, sir?"
"Herbert would not give his consent. The fact is, Grant, Herbert finds so much pleasure in your society, and derives so much advantage from the increased exercise you lead him to take, that I think you will have to make up your mind to stay."
Grant"s face showed the pleasure he felt.
"I shall be very glad to stay, Mr. Reynolds," he answered, "if you are willing to have me."
"I had this in view from the first," said the broker, "but I wanted to see how you and Herbert got along. I wished to be sure, also, that your influence on him would be good. Of that I can have no doubt, and I am glad to receive you as a member of my family."
There was one member of the household, however, who was not so well pleased with the proposed arrangement. This was Mrs. Estabrook, the housekeeper.
As the week drew to a close, she said, one evening after the boys had retired:
"How much longer is the office boy to stay here, Mr. Reynolds?"
"Why do you ask?" inquired the broker.
"Only with reference to domestic arrangements," answered the housekeeper, disconcerted.
"He will remain for a considerable time, Mrs. Estabrook."
"I--I thought he was only going to stay a week."
"He is company for Herbert, and I think it desirable to keep him."
"Herbert soils his clothes a deal more now than he used to do," said the housekeeper, discontentedly. "I am sure I don"t know where the other boy carries him."
"Nor I, but I am not afraid to trust him with Grant. As to the clothes, I consider them of very small account, compared with my boy"s health."
Mrs. Estabrook knitted in silence for five minutes. She was by no means pleased with her employer"s plan, having taken a dislike to Grant, for which, indeed, her chief reason was jealousy. She had a stepson, a young man of twenty-one, in Mr. Reynolds" office, whom she would like to have in the house in place of Grant. But Mr.
Reynolds had never taken notice of her occasional hints to that effect. The housekeeper"s plans were far-reaching. She knew that Herbert was delicate, and doubted if he would live to grow up. In that case, supposing her stepson had managed to ingratiate himself with the broker, why might he not hope to become his heir? Now this interloper, as she called Grant, had stepped into the place which her own favorite--his name was Willis Ford--should have had. Mrs.
Estabrook felt aggrieved, and unjustly treated, and naturally incensed at Grant, who was the unconscious cause of her disappointment. She returned to the charge, though, had she been wiser, she would have foreborne.
"Do you think a poor boy like this Grant Thornton is a suitable companion for a rich man"s son, Mr. Reynolds? Excuse me for suggesting it, but I am so interested in dear Herbert."
"Grant Thornton is the son of a country minister, and has had an excellent training," said the broker, coldly. "The fact that he is poor is no objection in my eyes. I think, Mrs. Estabrook, we will dismiss the subject. I think myself competent to choose my son"s a.s.sociates."
"I hope you will excuse me," said the housekeeper, seeing that she had gone too far. "I am so attached to the dear child."
"If you are, you will not object to the extra trouble you may have with his clothes, since his health is benefited."
"That artful young beggar has wound his way into his employer"s confidence," thought Mrs. Estabrook, resentfully, "but it may not be always so."
A few minutes later, when the housekeeper was in her own sitting-room, she was told that Willis Ford wanted to see her.
Mrs. Estabrook"s thin face lighted up with pleasure, for she was devotedly attached to her stepson.
"Bring him up here at once," she said.
A minute later the young man entered the room. He was a thin, sallow-complexioned young man, with restless, black eyes, and a discontented expression--as of one who thinks he is not well used by the world.
"Welcome, my dear boy," said the housekeeper, warmly. "I am so glad to see you."
Willis submitted reluctantly to his stepmother"s caress, and threw himself into a rocking chair opposite her.
"Are you well, Willis?" asked Mrs. Estabrook, anxiously.
"Yes, I"m well enough," muttered the young man.
"I thought you looked out of sorts."
"I feel so."