The breakfast bell jangled. "Five thousand dollars," she kept repeating to herself, greeting the teachers absently--"five thousand dollars." And then on the porch she was suddenly aware of the awaiting boy. She eyed him critically: black, fifteen, country-bred, strong, clear-eyed.
"Well?" she asked in that brusque manner wherewith her natural timidity was wont to mask her kindness. "Well, sir?"
"I've come to school."
"Humph--we can't teach boys for nothing."
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.
"If you don't hurry you'll be late to breakfast," she said with an air of confidence. "See those boys over there? Follow them, and at noon come to the office--wait! What's your name?"
"Blessed Alwyn," he answered, and the passing teachers smiled.