he ca n't be bothered with the like of you ! ' Jack clenched his hands hard as he went down the steps , and said to himself , with a most unboyish tone , ` I 'll get the money somehow , and make him let me in ! ' He did get it , and in a most unexpected way ; but he never forgot the desperate feeling that came to him that day , and all his life long he was very tender to people who were tempted in their times of trouble , and yielded , as he was saved from doing , by what seemed an accident . Some days after his attempt at the doctor 's , as he was grubbing in a newly-deposited ash-heap , with the bitter feeling very bad , and the trouble very heavy , he found a dirty old pocket-book , and put it in his bosom without stopping to examine it ; for many boys and girls were scratching , like a brood of chickens , all round him , and the pickings were unusually good , so no time must be lost . ` Findings is havings ' was one of the laws of the ash-heap haunters ; and no one thought of disputing another 's right to the spoons and knives that occasionally found their way into the ash-barrels ; while bottles , old shoes , rags , and paper , were regular articles of traffic among them . Jack got a good basketful that day ; and when the hurry was over sat down to rest and clear the dirt off his face with an old silk duster which he had picked out of the rubbish , thinking Mrs. Quinn might wash it up for a handkerchief . But he did n't wipe his dirty face that day ; for , with the rag , out tumbled a pocket-book ; and on opening it he saw -- money . Yes ; a roll of bills with two figures on all of them , -- three tens and one twenty . It took his breath away for a minute ; then he hugged the old book tight in both his grimy hands , and rocked to and fro all in a heap among the oyster-shells and rusty tin kettles , saying to himself , with tears running down his cheeks , ' O Nanny ! O Nanny ! now I can do it ! ' I do n't think a basket of cinders ever travelled at such a rate before as Mrs. Quinn 's did that day ; for Jack tore home at a great pace , and burst into the room , waving the old duster , and shouting , ` Hooray ! I 've got it ! I 've got it ! ' It is no wonder Mrs. Quinn thought he had lost his wits ; for he looked like a wild boy , with his face all streaked with tears and red ashes , as he danced a double-shuffle till he was breathless , then showered the money into Nanny 's lap , and hugged her with another ` Hooray ! ' which ended in a choke . When they got him quiet and heard the story , Mrs. Quinn rather damped his joy , by telling him the money was n't his , and he ought to advertise it . ` But I want it for Nanny ! ' cried Jack ; ` and how can I ever find who owns it , when there was ever so many barrels emptied in that heap , and no one knows where they came from ? ' ` It 's very like you wo n't find the owner , and you can do as you please ; but it 's honest to try , I 'm thinking , for some poor girl may have lost her earnin 's this way , and we would n't like that ourselves , ' said Mrs. Quinn , turning over the shabby pocket-book , and carefully searching for some clue to its owner .
Nanny looked very sober , and XXXXX grabbed up the money as if it were too precious to lose .
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