"Here's your health, Peggy!" said Lyman, emptying his glass.
"Thank you, sir!" said Peggy, following his example. "You're very kind, I'm sure, and I ought to remember you, but my memory ain't what it was."
"So you don't remember me?"
"I can't remimber that I iver set eyes on your face before, sir."
"Then you don't remember the man that brought you a small child to take care of near six years ago?"
"Shure it's himself!" ejaculated the old woman, peering curiously into Lyman's face. "I only saw you twice, and that's why I forgot. Shure it was a cruel thrick you played upon a poor old woman, when you gave her a baby to take care of, and then, five long years never sent her even a penny. It's hundreds and hundreds of dollars I've spent on little Jack, and he no kin to me!"
"No doubt he has been brought up in the lap of luxury! He looks like it," said Lyman with an amused smile.
"And now you've come to pay me all I spent on the child?" insinuated Peggy.
"Well, not just yet. The fact is, Peggy, unavoidable circumstances prevented my communicating with you, and the same won't admit of my paying over the hundreds of dollars that Jack has cost you."
"Then what do you want of me?" inquired the old woman disappointed.