“I’d like it better if they wouldn’t interest themselves so much with our affairs, sis,” said Jack, in a tone of annoyance. “They wouldn’t make themselves so prominent if we were dispossessed because we couldn’t pay our rent.”
“I’m afraid we’ll have to submit with the best grace we can. It is one of the penalties of newspaper notoriety.”
After supper Jack started to walk uptown to No. —— East Sixty-second Street, as he didn’t feel that he could afford carfare.
He reached Mr. Bird’s residence, a four-story brownstone front, a little after eight o’clock.
He was very kindly received by the broker and his family, who regarded him as the savior of the household.
He spent a very pleasant hour, and when he insisted that it was time for him to go Mrs. Bird stepped up and presented him with a very handsome little gold watch and chain as a small token of their gratitude and esteem.
Jack was very much surprised, not expecting anything of the kind, and for the first time in his life he was at a loss how to suitably express himself.
The very first thing Jack did next morning when he reached the office was to look over the “Lost and Found” column in the “Herald,” but he failed to find anything having reference to the money he had found.
“Hello!” exclaimed Frank Simpson, who sat beside him, reading the ‘World.’ “Say, this is pretty tough!”
“What’s tough?” asked Jack, without looking up.