"She will be delighted," said Mark, his eyes sparkling with joy. "It will seem a fortune to her. Let us go at once."
"Very well," said his grandfather. "Afterwards we will try to find your friend Ben."
I forgot to mention that Mr. Bates was stopping at the Fifth Avenue Hotel.
They took the University Place cars, which landed them at the junction of Barclay Street and Broadway. From thence it was but a short distance to Vandewater Street, where Mark lived when first introduced to the reader.
They climbed the broken staircase, and paused in front of Mrs. Flanagan's door.
Mark knocked.
Mrs. Flanagan opened the door, and stared with some surprise at her visitors.
"Don't you know me, Mrs. Flanagan?" asked Mark.
"Why, surely it isn't Mark, the little match boy?" said Mrs. Flanagan, amazed.
"Yes, it is. So you didn't know me?"