“Are your parents living?”
“Dunno ’bout my dad,” said Will. “’Spect I’m an orphan. Me and sis was drapped in this here town when we was like young kittens. A big white house, t’other side the Schuylkill, was our head-quarters. Dad sloped. Never heered of him since.”
“The poor-house, eh?” said Mr. Leonard. “You have a sister?”
“Yes. She’s slipped, too. Was took out when I was a baby. Never see’d her since. Hope the girl’s sound. Know I’ve had mighty hard hoein’.”
There was a touch of feeling in Will’s voice which he sought to hide by greater recklessness of manner. Evidently he had a secret yearning for his lost sister.
Mr. Leonard was silent for several minutes before again speaking. He seemed to be debating something within himself.
“So you want to learn something of business?” he at length said.
“You’ve hit that nail square on the head,” said Will, with energy. “I’m gettin’ too big to shove the brush, or handle the extras. What’s more, I’m not goin’ to be a poor critter all my life. I want a bizz that’s got money in it. I’ve sot my eye on a brown-stone shanty up Broad street. If it’s for sale ten years from now I’m in the market.”
Mr. Leonard laughed slightly at the boy’s tone of confidence.
“Fortunes ain’t made as quickly as you fancy, my lad,” he said.