how Jack thought and dreamed of his money , day and night ! How Nanny ran to the door to listen when a heavy step came up the stairs ! and how wistfully the poor darkened eyes turned to the light which they longed to see again . Honest John Floyd did his duty , but he did n't find the owner ; so the old purse came back at last , and now Jack could keep it with a clear conscience . Nanny was asleep when it happened ; and as they sat counting the dingy bills , Mrs. Quinn said to the boy , ` Jack , you 'd better keep this for yourself . I doubt if it 's enough to do the child any good ; and you need clothes and shoes , and a heap of things , let alone the books you hanker after so much . It ai n't likely you 'll ever find another wallet . It 's all luck about Nanny 's eyes ; and maybe you are only throwing away a chance you 'll never have again . ' Jack leaned his head on his arms and stared at the money , all spread out there , and looking so magnificent to him that it seemed as if it could buy half the world . He did need clothes ; his hearty boy 's appetite did long for better food ; and , oh ! how splendid it would be to go and buy the books he had wanted so long , -- the books that would give him a taste of the knowledge which was more enticing to his wide-awake young mind than clothes and food to his poor little body . It was n't an easy thing to do ; but he was so used to making small sacrifices that the great one was less hard ; and when he had brooded over the money a few minutes in thoughtful silence , his eye went from the precious bits of paper to the dear little face in the trundle-bed , and he said , with a decided nod , ` I 'll give Nanny the chance , and work for my things , or go without 'em . ' Mrs. Quinn was a matter-of-fact body ; but her hard old face softened when he said that , and she kissed him good-night almost as gently as if she 'd been his mother . Next day , Jack presented himself at Dr. Wilkinson 's door , with the money in one hand and Nanny in the other , saying boldly to the gruff servant , ' I want to see the doctor . I can pay ; so you 'd better let me in . ' I 'm afraid cross Thomas would have shut the door in the boy 's face again , if it had not been for the little blind girl , who looked up at him so imploringly that he could n't resist the mute appeal . ` The doctor 's going out ; but maybe he 'll see you a minute ; ' and with that he led them into a room where stood a tall man putting on his gloves . Jack was a modest boy ; but he was so afraid that Nanny would lose her chance , that he forgot himself , and told the little story as fast as he could -- told it well , too , I fancy ; for the doctor listened attentively , his eye going from the boy 's eager , flushed face , to the pale patient one beside him , as if the two little figures , shabby though they were , illustrated the story better than the finest artist could have done . When Jack ended , the doctor sat Nanny on his knee , gently lifted up the half-shut eyelids , and after examining the film a minute , stroked her pretty hair , and said so kindly that she nestled her little hand confidingly into his , ' I think I can help you , my dear . Tell me where you live , and I 'll attend to it at once , for it 's high time something was done . '
XXXXX told him , adding , with a manly air , as he showed the money , ' I can pay you , sir , if fifty dollars is enough . '
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