CHAPTER XXXIX — THE HOUSEKEEPER'S RETRIBUTION
The train from Chicago had just reached the Grand Central Depot. From the parlor car descended two boys who are well known to us, Grant Thornton and Herbert Reynolds.
Herbert breathed a sigh of satisfaction.
“Oh, Grant,” he said, “how glad I am to see New York once more! I wonder if papa knows we are to come by this train?”
The answer came speedily.
The broker, who had just espied them, hurried forward, and his lost boy was lifted to his embrace.
“Thank God, I have recovered you, my dear son,” he exclaimed, fervently.
“You must thank Grant, too, papa,” said the little boy. “It was he who found me and prevented Mr. Ford stealing me again.”
Mr. Reynolds grasped Grant's hand and pressed it warmly.