"I knew you at the very first sight, Vick," said Electra, giving full way to her feelings of pleasure in meeting her old playmate again.
"And so did I you. Heaven bless you, child! I am so happy and thankful to find you here, so healthy and prosperous. You were a sickly, poor little thing when I knew you," said Victor, with much emotion.
"I was a famished poor little thing, you mean, food has made all the difference, Victor," laughed Electra.
"My name is Joseph Brent, my dear," said Hartman, who almost trembled to hear the old name spoken.
"Ah, but Sal's Kid knew you only as Galley Vick. I thought Vick was the short for Victor. But it seems you really had a name all the time as well as I had, though neither of us suspected we possessed such an appendage."
Hartman bowed in silence.
"And now I suppose you would like to know how it happens that you find poor little ragged, famished, sickly Sal's Kid, who used to live in Rat Alley among thieves and tramps, here—well lodged, well dressed and in good company?"
"Yes, I really would."
"Well, it was 'all along of' a grandfather."
"A grandfather!"