At last he saw him, and ran as fast as short legs could carry him to meet his brother. "Oh, Tommy, how I've missed you!" he said. "Have you, Jimmy?" asked Thomas, passing his arm around his little brother's neck. "I have missed you too, and all the family. Are all well?" "Oh, yes." "That is good." As they neared the cabin Mrs. Garfield came out, and welcomed her oldest boy home. "We are all glad to see you, Thomas," she said. "How have you got along?" "Very well, mother." "Was the work hard?" "The hours were pretty long. I had to work fourteen hours a day." "That is too long for a boy of your age to work," said his mother anxiously. "Oh, it hasn't hurt me, mother," said Thomas, laughing. "Besides, you must remember I have been well paid. What do you say to that?" He drew from his pocket twelve silver half-dollars, and laid them on the table, a glittering heap. "Is it all yours, Tommy?" asked his little brother wonderingly. "No, it belongs to mother. I give it to her." "Thank you, Thomas," said Mrs. Garfield, "but at least you ought to be consulted about how it shall be spent. Is there anything you need for yourself?" "Oh, never mind me! I want Jimmy to have a pair of shoes." Jimmy looked with interest at his little bare feet, and thought he would like some shoes. In fact they would be his first, for thus far in life he had been a barefooted boy. "Jimmy shall have his shoes," said Mrs. Garfield; "when you see the shoemaker ask him to come here as soon as he can make it convenient."