Oh!--Uncle Peter, I am half crazy with delight!" "Hurrah," shouted Peter.

"HURRAH, I say! This IS good news! Well!--Well!" He was still bending over him, his eyes blinking in his joy, scurries of irradiating smiles chasing each other over his face.
Never had the old gentleman been in such a state.
"And how much, Jack ?" "Guess." "Will there be enough to pay Isaac's ten thousand ?" "More!" Jack was nearly bursting, but he still held in.
"Twenty thousand ?" This came timidly, fearing that it was too much, and yet hoping that it might be true.
"More!" The strain on Jack was getting dangerous.
"Twenty-five thousand ?" Peter's voice now showed that he was convinced that this sum was too small.
"More! Go on, Uncle Peter! Go on!" "Thirty-five thousand, Jack ?" It was getting hot; certainly this was the limit.

Was there ever such luck?
"Yes!--and five thousand more! Forty thousand dollars and one-fifth interest in the output! Just think what Ruth will say.

I've just sent her a telegram.

Oh!--what a home-coming!" And then, with Peter drawn up beside him, his face radiant and his eyes sparkling with joy, he poured out the story of the morning.