“It will be a godsend to us, Ben. How kind you are!”
“I ought to be, as I have been so favored myself. I hope you will see better days before long.”
“It may be so. My mother may some day inherit a large sum, in case a cousin of mine dies. I would rather he would live, but a small part of what we would then have would make us happy now.”
“Give me your address, Frank, and I may write to you when I am away from the city.”
“Here it is.”
“I will remember it. Here, take another dollar; I can spare it, and you may need it.”
On the Brooklyn side the two boys separated. Ben would have been very much surprised had he known that Frank, the poor newsboy whom he had befriended, was the nephew of Mrs. Harcourt, his wealthy patroness.
CHAPTER XXVII.
MRS. HARCOURT’S SUDDEN RESOLUTION.
“Edwin,” said Mrs. Harcourt at breakfast two days later, “you remember the old gentleman at whose house we called the first day you were with me?”