to his face. Such a
smile as that was worth a great deal to the old man, though he never
spoke of it to any one. "There is one thing, however," the girl
continued, "which must be done before we begin to earn that money."

"And what's that?" the captain inquired.

"All the scouts must have their suits. It will be necessary if the
plan which has just come into my mind can be worked out."

"Hey, d'ye hear that?" the captain roared, as if he were giving orders
to a rebellious crew. "Ye must have yer suits, and then we'll git down
to work in dead earnest."

Rod was anxious to get home to show Mr. and Mrs. Royal his new suit.
They had been waiting for him for some time, and were quite anxious, as
the steamer had been up for over an hour. When he entered the
dining-room they thought that they had never beheld such a fine-looking
boy. Their hearts swelled with pride, and Mrs. Royal secretly brushed
away a tear with the corner of her apron.

Rod told them all about what they had done in the city, about Peter
McDuff, the parade, and how the Hillcrest troop was going to enter the
contest for the prize. This was of much interest to the Royals, and
they sat at the table later than usual discussing the whole matter.

"I have important news for you this evening, Rodney," Parson Dan after
a while informed him. "I had a letter from your mother to-day, and she
says that she hopes to pay us a visit sometime this summer."

"Oh!" It was all that the boy could say, but several anxious thoughts
surged through his mind. Was his mother coming to take him away? he
wondered. He did not wish to go, as all of his interests were centred
in Hillcrest.

Mr. and Mrs. Royal, too, looked grave. They had thought of the same
idea. Would Rod's mother ask them to give up the boy? How could they
part with him? they asked themselves.

"When is she coming, grandad?" Rod at last asked.

"She doesn't say, so we may expect her at almost anytime."

"I don't want to see her," the boy cried, while tears started in his
eyes.

"Don't want to see your mother, Rodney!" the clergyman exclaimed in
surprise.

"Yes, in a way I want to see her," was the faltering reply. "But if
she wants to take me away, I don't want her to come. Oh, don't let her
take me, grandad," and Rod sprang to his feet, and stood beseechingly
before the parson. "Why should she come for me now? If she wanted me
very much, why didn't she come before?"

"There, there,