Ida was such a frequent visitor that it was hard to tell which she considered her home--her mother's elegant residence, or the cooper's comfortable dwelling.
Jack put his thousand dollars into a savings bank, to accumulate till he should be ready to go into business for himself, and required it as capital.

A situation was found for him in a merchant's counting-room, and in due time he was admitted into partnership and became a thriving young merchant.
Ida grew lovelier as she grew older, and her rare beauty and attractive manners caused her to be sought after.

It may be that some of my readers are expecting that she will marry Jack; but they will probably be disappointed.

They are too much like brother and sister for such a relation to be thought of.

Jack reminds her occasionally of the time when she was his little ward, and he was her guardian and protector.
One day, as Rachel was walking up Chestnut Street, she was astonished by a hearty grasp of the hand from a bronzed and weather-beaten stranger.
"Release me, sir," she said, hysterically.