"My boy, I found your gold-piece, and—"
"Oh, sir!" cried Will, in delight.
"Yes, and I took it as an omen of good luck, this Thanksgiving day, and I meant to devote many times its amount to charity, of which I might not have thought but for my finding this gold-piece.
"No, I cannot give you my 'luck-piece,' as I must keep it; but I will give you more than its value, so let us go to the market and get the things you ordered, and then, if you will ask me home with you, I will go, for somehow I look upon you as a lucky find, my boy.
"Come, now, to the market."
"But, sir, our home is a flat on the top floor of a tenement-house, and it is so humble, and we are so poor, you would not like to go there."
"I will go, unless you refuse to take me, my boy."
"No, sir, I could not refuse one who is so kind to me," was the answer, and Will led the way back to the market.
"Did you find your money, my lad?" asked the man.
"Yes, sir, or rather this gentleman found it for me."