“Would you like to be adopted by a very rich man, have a pony to ride, plenty of pocket-money, fine clothes and in the end a large fortune?”
“That would just suit me, mother,” answered the boy eagerly. “Is there any chance of it?”
“Yes, if you follow my directions implicitly.”
“I will, mother,” said Jonas, his eyes shining with desire. “Only tell me what to do and I'll do it.”
“Do you remember what I told Philip the evening before he went away?”
“About his being left at Mr. Brent's hotel? Yes, I remember it.”
“And about his true father having disappeared?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Jonas, the letter I received this afternoon was from Philip's real father.”
“By gosh!” ejaculated Jonas, altering his usual expression of surprise.