"Why, Carrots, it's this way. I served another fellow an' awful mean trick once, and I've been trying mighty hard to find him, and make it up to him, but I haven't found him yet, and so I've tried to do a little for you instead of him--don't you see?"
Carrots nodded, and Theo fancied that he looked a little disappointed.
"Then 'twasn't really me you wanted to help?" he said, gravely.
"Yes, 'twas, too," answered Theo, quickly. "I'd have done what I could for you, anyhow, Carrots, but I do wish I could find him," he added, sorrowfully.
"What's his name?" inquired Carrots.
"Jack Finney."
"What?" exclaimed the boy, staring at Theodore as if he could not believe his ears.
"Jack Finney," repeated Theo, wonderingly.
"Well, I never! Tode--I'm Jack Finney."
"You?" cried Theodore, starting up excitedly. "You Mrs. Russell's Jack Finney?"