And so with renewed thanks for the
interest he had taken in his behalf, and with his whole mind now
concentrated on Peter and the unspeakable happiness in store for
him when he poured into the old gentleman's willing and astonished
ears the details of the interview, Mr. John Breen, Henry
MacFarlane's Chief Assistant in Charge of Outside Work, bowed
himself out.
He had not long to wait.
Indeed, that delightful old gentleman had but a short time before
called to a second old gentleman, a more or less delightful fossil
in black wig and spectacles, to take his place at the teller's
window, and the first delightful old gentleman was at the precise
moment standing on the top step of the Exeter, overlooking the
street, where he had caught sight of Jack wending his way toward
him.
"Jack! JACK!" Peter cried, waving his hand at the boy.
"Oh! that's you, Uncle Peter, is it? Shall I--?"
"No, Jack, stay where you are until I come to you."
"And where are you going now?" burst out Jack, overjoyed at
reaching his side.
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