I saw him the other day in our bank.

You see," and he winked slyly at Jack, "these grand people must borrow sometimes, like the rest of us; but he never remembers me any more." Isaac paused for a moment as if the reminiscence had recalled some amusing incident.

When he continued his face had a broad smile--"and I must say, too, that he always paid his bills.

Once, when he was afraid he could not pay, he wanted to bring the coat back, but I wouldn't let him.

Oh, yes, a very nice young man, Mr.Arthur Breen," and the tailor's plump body shook with suppressed laughter.
"You know, of course, that he is this young man's uncle," said Peter, laying his hand affectionately on Jack's shoulder.
"Oh, yes, I know about it.