“It would be to us; but probably the man who lost it considers such an amount a mere bagatelle.”
“Did you find the owner?”
“No; there was nothing in the envelope to identify the person to whom the money belonged. Mr. Bishop says we may expect to see it advertised for, probably to-morrow morning.”
“Surely you will get something for returning the money,” said his sister.
“I shall be satisfied if I get fifteen dollars, so mother can pay the agent Friday.”
“You ought to get a great deal more than that. A good many people would keep that money, had they found it in the way you did. You ought to get at least one hundred dollars.”
“Well, if I’m offered a hundred I sha’n’t refuse it, sis. You and mother need a new dress each, and I should like to get them for you.”
“It’s very like you, Jack, to think of us first; but we’ll talk about all that when we see what you do realize out of your find.”
“All right,” said Jack, helping himself to another hot biscuit.
“The whole neighborhood is talking about you, Jack,” said his sister. “More than a dozen people whom we never saw before were in here to-day talking to mother and saying ever so many flattering things about you. Now, when they read to-night’s paper I’m afraid we shall have another crowd to-morrow. Why, you’ll be considered a regular hero.”