"So it is, Uncle Job," answered Ben, and he was quite sincere. There
are not many boys of sixteen to whom this would not seem a large
sum.

"You're rich; that is, for a boy," added Uncle Job.

"It's more than I expected, uncle. I want you to take fifteen
dollars and nineteen cents. That'll leave me just three hundred and
fifty."

"Why should I take any of your money, nephew?"

"You've had considerable trouble in settling up the estate, and it's
taken a good deal of your time, too."

"My time ain't of much vally, and as to the trouble, it's a pity ef
I can't take some trouble for my brother's son. No, Ben, I won't
take a cent. You'll need it all."

"But you said yourself it was a good deal of money for a boy, Uncle
Job."

"So it is, but it's all you've got. Most boys have fathers to take
care of 'em, while you're alone in the world."

"Yes I am alone in the world," said Ben sadly, his cheerful face
clouding over.

"But you've got an uncle, lad," continued Job Stanton, laying his