“I’ve come to school.”
‚ÄúHumph‚ÅÝ‚Äîwe can‚Äôt teach boys for nothing.‚Äù
The boy straightened. “I can pay my way,” he returned.
“You mean you can pay what we ask?”
“Why, yes. Ain’t that all?”
“No. The rest is gathered from the crumbs of Dives’ table.”
Then he saw the twinkle in her eyes.
She laid her hand gently upon his shoulder.
‚ÄúIf you don‚Äôt hurry you‚Äôll be late to breakfast,‚Äù she said with an air of confidence. ‚ÄúSee those boys over there? Follow them, and at noon come to the office‚ÅÝ‚Äîwait! What‚Äôs your name?‚Äù
“Blessed Alwyn,” he answered, and the passing teachers smiled.