CHAPTER XXIII.
JACK OBTAINS INFORMATION Jack set out with that lightness of heart and keen sense of enjoyment that seem natural to a young man of eighteen on his first journey.
Partly by boat, partly by cars, he traveled, till in a few hours he was discharged, with hundreds of others, at the depot in Philadelphia.
He rejected all invitations to ride, and strode on, carpetbag in hand, though, sooth to say, he had very little idea whether he was steering in the right direction for his uncle's shop.

By dint of diligent and persevering inquiry he found it at last, and walking in, announced himself to the worthy baker as his nephew Jack.
"What?
Are you Jack ?" exclaimed Mr.Abel Harding, pausing in his labor.
"Well, I never should have known you, that's a fact.

Bless me, how you've grown! Why, you're 'most as big as your father, ain't you ?" "Only half an inch shorter," answered Jack, complacently.
"And you're--let me see--how old are you ?" "Eighteen; that is, almost.

I shall be in two months." "Well, I'm glad to see you, Jack, though I hadn't the least idea of your raining down so unexpectedly.

How's your father and mother and your adopted sister ?" "Father and mother are pretty well," answered Jack; "and so is Aunt Rachel," he continued, smiling, "though she ain't so cheerful as she might be." "Poor Rachel!" said Abel, smiling also.