Lovell was filled with the voices of children. Two or three years have passed since then. How is it with Andy? There is not a more cheerful man in all the village, though he is in his shop early and late. No more complaints from customers. Every one is promptly and cheerfully served. He has the largest run of work, as of old; and his income is sufficient not only to meet increased expenses, but to leave a surplus at the end of every year. He is the bright, sharp knife, always in use; not the idle blade, which had so narrowly escaped, falling from the window, rusting to utter worthlessness in the dew and rain. IV. A MYSTERY EXPLAINED. "GOING to the Falls and to the White Mountains!" "Yes, I'm off next week." "How long will you be absent?" "From ten days to two weeks." "What will it cost?" "I shall take a hundred dollars in my pocket-book! That will carry me through." "A hundred dollars! Where did you raise that sum? Who's the lender? Tell him he can have another customer." "I never borrow." "Indeed! Then you've had a legacy." "No, and never expect to have one. All my relations are poor." "Then unravel the mystery. Say where the hundred dollars came from." "The answer is easy. I saved it from my salary." "What?"