"Then we shall have all the forenoon to forage round in. It's only two dollars and a half we want. I ought to be able to raise two dollars and a half."
"That is a great deal of money to us now, Dan."
"I wonder whether Shorty wouldn't lend it to me?" said Dan, reflectively.
"Who is Shorty, my son?"
"He is a little hump-backed dwarf that keeps a cigar stand down on Broadway, not far from Trinity Church. He has a good trade, and doesn't waste his money. Yes, I will ask Shorty."
"I hope he will be willing to grant your request, Dan."
"I hope so, too. He's a good-natured fellow, Shorty is, and he'll do it, if he can. I'll see him the first thing to-morrow morning."
Somewhat cheered by Dan's confident tone, Mrs. Mordaunt went to sleep as early as usual, forgetting the trouble possibly in store.
The next morning, before selling his papers, Dan went round to Shorty's stand.