Part 17 (1/2)
”But you deserve one, Ralph, and I trust you will accept what we have brought. Julia!”
”Yes, mamma. Here it is,” and from beneath her dress folds Julia Carrington produced a small morocco-covered box. ”Allow me to present this, Ralph Nelson, with the compliments of my mother and myself,” she said, turning to the young bridge tender.
She held out the box.
”Thank you, but I--I really didn't expect anything,” stammered Ralph, as he took the offering.
”Open it, and let us see the kind gift Mrs. Carrington and her daughter have made,” said his mother.
There was a catch on one side of the small box. Ralph pressed upon this, and up flew the lid, revealing to his astonished and pleased gaze a small but neatly engraved gold watch, with chain and charm attached.
”A gold watch!” cried Ralph.
”And chain and all!” added Mrs. Nelson.
”Really, I--I can't accept this!” and Ralph blushed furiously. ”I--I----”
”Oh, yes, you can,” laughed Julia Carrington. ”It is not as much as we think you ought to have, but----”
”It is more, Miss Carrington.”
”Do you like it, Ralph?” questioned the older lady.
”Very much indeed. I have always wanted a good watch. I have been using father's old one, but that is about worn out, and can't be made to run with much regularity.”
CHAPTER XIII.
ON BIG SILVER LAKE.
The Carringtons remained at the Nelson cottage much longer than they originally intended. It was ten o'clock when Ralph lit the way to where their carriage was standing, in charge of a colored coachman. During the visit the rich folks asked Mrs. Nelson and Ralph much about themselves.
Julia Carrington proved herself a very nice young lady, and when she went away Ralph and his new acquaintances were warm friends.
”They are not stuck up a bit, mother,” said the young bridge tender, as he returned to the cottage after seeing them off.
”No, they are very kind-hearted as well as rich,” returned Mrs. Nelson.
”Would Westville had more of such.”
”What a difference between such folks and the Pagets and the Steiners. Why, Mrs. Steiner and her daughter Maud wouldn't look at us if they stumbled over us on the street, and neither would Mrs. Paget when she was alive.”
”Well, we must remember that we do not belong to fas.h.i.+onable society, Ralph. We belong to the poorer cla.s.ses.”
”So we do, but that doesn't make it right for some folks to look at us as if we were the dust under their feet. I shall not forget the Carringtons'
kind ways, nor the beautiful present they made me,” and Ralph fell to examining the gold watch and chain anew.
It was truly a valuable gift, and the boy was more than delighted. He resolved to wear it only when he needed a time-piece or when he was ”dressed up.” It was too good to have about his old clothes constantly.