"Better and better. I am expected to recognize a New York bootblack as my nephew!"
"It was your fault that I was reduced to be a bootblack."
"How happens it that you are not in the same line of business now? Perhaps you are."
"Jacob died and left me a few dollars, with which I came out West. Before he died he gave me a written paper, in which he revealed all the plot into which he entered with you."
"He gave you a paper, did he?"
"Yes. From it I learned that I was born in Cincinnati, and I expected to find you here. But I looked in vain. After awhile I found my father's place of business. I introduced myself to Mr. Ferguson, and he gave me a place in his employ."
"On the strength of your ridiculous story, I suppose?"
"Because he believed me to be the son of his old employer, John Grey."
"I thought Ferguson had more sense than to be duped by such a designing young rascal."
"He tells me that I bear a strong resemblance to my father. Look in my face, Uncle James, and tell me whether it is not true."