"I think I can see a way by which both of us can make something out of the boy. By-the-way, it strikes me just at present that he is supporting you instead of you taking care of him."
"He only brings in a few pennies a day," said Peggy. "Shure it's hardly enough to pay his salt."
"Then Jack must be immoderately fond of salt. However, I'll let you into a secret. His grandfather is looking for him."
"His grandfather?"
"Yes; no doubt you are surprised that Jack possesses a grandfather, but that is a fact. His grandfather is my uncle, and what is more to the purpose he has a fair property."
"And little Jack is goin' to be rich?" gasped Peggy in amazement.
"Well, I don't know! That depends on whether we allow his grandfather to find him."
"And why shouldn't he? Wouldn't he be givin' a big reward?"
"That is where you come to the point, my good Peggy. If he will make it worth our while, we may restore him to the old gentleman."
"And how much would he be givin', d'ye think?" asked Peggy, her bead-like eyes sparkling with greed.