"And don't let Peggy suspect from your looks that anything is going on."
"Yes, sir."
"Everything looks favorable," thought Mark as he walked slowly to his hotel. "To-morrow at this time Peggy and the worthy Lyman will be mourning for a lost boy."
CHAPTER XXXI.
JACK TALKS IN HIS SLEEP.
Jack was naturally very much excited by the new prospects that opened out before him. He had seen little happiness in his short life. It is a sad thing to say that he had hardly ever known what it was to eat a full meal. Cold and pinching privation, and long, toilsome days in the streets, had been his portion hitherto. Was it possible, he asked himself, that all this was to be changed.
Was he to have a home like other boys, and a relation who was able to supply him with the comforts of which he knew so little?
It seemed like a dream, and little Jack might have been tempted to distrust the information which had been given to him. But somehow he could not help feeling confidence in what Mark told him. He felt that Mark would not deceive him, and the dream must come true after all.
Jack finished out the day as usual, and went home. Peggy's attention was at once called to the new basket.
"Where did that come from?" she asked.