“Perhaps he heard of my misfortune.”
“I hope it’ll all come right, Mr. Hooper. My, if there ain’t Jefferson comin’ to see you now. I see him through the winder. I guess I’ll be goin’. You’ll want to see him alone.”
CHAPTER XXVI.
THE BOY CAPITALIST.
“How are you, Uncle Cyrus?” said Jefferson Pettigrew heartily, as he clasped his uncle’s toil worn hand. “And Aunt Nancy, too! It pays me for coming all the way from Montana just to see you.”
“I’m glad to see you, Jefferson,” said his uncle. “It seems a long time since you went away. I hope you’ve prospered.”
“Well, uncle, I’ve brought myself back well and hearty, and I’ve got a few hundred dollars.”
“I’m glad to hear it, Jefferson. You’re better off than when you went away.”
“Yes, uncle. I couldn’t be much worse off. Then I hadn’t a cent that I could call my own. But how are you and Aunt Nancy?”