“Glad to see you,” he said. “Late in the city to-night.”
“Yes. I am on a visit here,” she replied.
They walked along together, engaged in conversation. Will was insensibly drawn into a description of his late discovery of a father and of his hopes of yet finding his lost sister. Jennie was greatly interested in his romantic story, and joined earnestly with him in the hope that he would yet succeed in finding his sister.
“Did she look like you?” she asked.
“Yes. Something your color hair and eyes. And then you look something like me. I wish it would only turn out that you were my lost Jennie.”
She laughed in great amusement at the idea.
“I suppose your new position, as the son and heir of a wealthy man, have changed your plans. You will be leaving the store and going to school.”
“Dunno yet,” said Will, indifferently. “Ain’t laid any plans. Bound to find my sister, if she’s living; that’s one job. But I’ve got another job to put through first. I’m on the track of the burglars that have gone through Mr. Leonard’s store.”
“Ah!” she said, with sudden interest. “Have you learned anything about them?”
“On their trail. Bound to bring them up standing,” said Will, positively. “Keep mum. Ain’t told Mr. Leonard yet.”