Oh, you dear Jack! No!--no, no!" He was beating the air now deprecatingly with his outspread fingers as he strode around the room, laughing short laughs in his effort to keep back the tears.
Jack followed him in his circuit, talking all the while, until he had penned the old gentleman in a corner between the open desk and the window.
"But, Uncle Peter--think what you have done for me! Do you suppose for one moment that I don't know that it was you and not I who sold the property?
Do you think Mr.Guthrie would have added that five thousand dollars to the price if he hadn't wanted to help you as well as me ?" "Five thousand dollars, my dear Jack, is no more to Robert Guthrie than a ferry ticket is to you or me.

He gave you the full price because you trusted to his honesty and told him the truth, and he saw your inexperience." "No--it was YOU he was thinking of, I tell you," protested Jack, with eager emphasis.

"He would never have sent Ballantree for me had you not talked to him--and it has been so with everything since I knew you.

You have been father, friend, everybody to me.

You gave me Ruth and my work.
Everything I am I owe to you.