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 Jack grabbed up the money as if it were too precious to lose . But he was n't comfortable about it ; and after a hard fight with himself he consented to let Mrs. Quinn ask their policeman what they should do . He was a kindly man ; and when he heard the story , said he 'd do what was right , and if he could n't find an owner , Jack should have the fifty dollars back . How hard it was to wait ! 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 XXXXX could keep it with a clear conscience .
Jack Quinn day dollars duster kettles night oyster-shells pocket-book right