nd with the manner of a cur that expected a whipping,
followed his mother and the servant.

"It's only one flight," said the servant, "but we can take the
elevator."

"It is of no consequence," Mrs. Brent began, but Jonas said eagerly:

"Let's ride on the elevator, ma!"

"Very well, Philip," said Mrs. Brent.

A minute later the two stood at the door of Mr. Granville's room. Next
they stood in his presence.

Mr. Granville, looking eagerly toward the door, passed over Mrs. Brent,
and his glance rested on the boy who followed her. He started, and there
was a quick feeling of disappointment. He had been picturing to himself
how his lost boy would look, but none of his visions resembled the
awkward-looking boy who stood sheepishly by the side of Mrs. Brent.

"Mr. Granville, I presume," said the lady.

"Yes, madam. You are----"

"Mrs. Brent, and this," pointing to Jonas, "is the boy you left at
Fultonville thirteen years ago. Philip, go to your father."

Jonas advanced awkwardly to Mr. Granville's chair, and said in
parrot-like tones:

"I'm so glad to see you, pa!"

"And you are really Philip?" said Mr. Granville slowly.

"Yes, I'm Philip Brent; but I suppose my name is Granville now."

"Come here, my boy!"

Mr. Granville drew the boy to him, and looked earnestly in his face,
then kissed him affectionately.

"He has changed since he was a little child, Mrs. Brent," he said, with
a half-sigh.

"That's to be expected, sir. He was only three years old when you left
him with us."

"But it seems to me that his hair and complexion are lighter."

"You can judge of that better than I," said Mrs. Brent plausibly. "To
me, who have seen him daily, the change was not perceptible."

"I am greatly indebted to you for your devoted care--to you and your
husband. I am grieved to hear that Mr. Brent is dead."

"Yes, sir; he left me six months since. It was a grievous loss. Ah, sir,
when I give up Philip also, I shall feel quite alone in the world," and
she pressed a handkerchief to her eyes. "You see, I have come to look
upon him as my own boy!"

"My dear madam, don't think that I shall be so cruel as to take him from
you. Though I wish him now to live with me, you must accompany him. My
home shall be yours if you are willing to accept a room in my house and
a seat at my table."

"Oh, Mr. Granville, how can I thank you for your great kindness? Ever
since I received your letter I have been depressed with the though