"I'll be careful. What did you want of me, Mr. Nor—Robinson?"
"First, I want you to know my friend Jumbo," said Jack, handing him over. "Let him have my eats while I'm away."
"Laws! Ain't he cute!"
"I'll telephone in every little while for news. Please pack up my things for me. I'll tell you later where to send them."
"You're going to leave!" cried Mrs. Regan. "But of course it's natural," she added quickly.
"Don't you make any mistake," said Jack. "I'm not going to forget any of the friends who knew me when I was poor."
"I done my best for you! But with prices the way they is——!"
"I know. Now I want you to promise not to give out a thing about me, no descriptions of me, no information of any kind. I know it will be hard to resist those taking young reporters, but I ask it as a favor."
"Oh, Mr. N—Robinson! Go on! At my age!— It's little they'll get out of me, I can tell you!"
"I knew I could bank on you. I'll tell you all about it some day. I've got to beat it now."