“This is Nassau Street,” said Jack, after they had walked a short block. “Where did you want to go?” “Waal, I’ll tell yeou. I want tew get tew Wall Street, and Dominie Hudson, of our town, told me ef I found Nassau Street I could walk right into it.” “He told you right. Come along; I’ll take you there.” “Be yeou goin’ thet way, then?” “Sure; that’s where I work.” “Sho! Yeou don’t say! Maybe yeou kin tell me where I kin find some of them thar bulls and bears what folks talk about.” “You want to visit the Stock Exchange. I’ll get you an admission ticket from my boss.” “Will yeou? That’s kind of yeou.” “Where do you expect to stop while you’re in town?” asked Jack, thinking he might direct Mr. Hockins to a cheap but respectable hotel. “Waal, I’ll tell yeou. I’m goin’ over to Brooklyn to try and hunt up a niece of mine I hain’t seen sense she was married, nigh on to twenty year ago. Her name was Sarah Dusenbury, but she married a Price. She’s got a grown-up darter thet works one of them highfalutin writin’ machines like this,” and Mr. Hockins dropped his bag and proceeded to give a comical illustration of how one clicks the keys of a typewriter. “Her name isn’t Millie Price, is it?” exclaimed Jack, with some interest. “Why, haow did yeou guess thet? Thet’s the gal’s name, sure.” “Would you know her if you saw her?” “Waal, no, seein’ ez I hain’t never seen her in my life. She’s a good gal, I’ve heerd, and I’ve concluded to do somethin’ fer her and her mother. I’ve saved a leetle somethin’ sence I took ter farmin’, an’ ez I hain’t got no one but my niece to leave it to, I’ve come on tew hunt her up.” “You’d better come to the office with me. Our stenographer is named Millie Price, and perhaps she’s your relative.” “Waal, it won’t dew no harm tew see the gal. She kin tell ef her ma’s name is Sarah Dusenbury Price and ef she wuz born daown East in the same taown I hailed from, and sich like.” So Jack piloted Silas Hockins into Atherton’s office. Then he rushed up to Millie. “Was your mother’s name Sarah Dusenbury before she married Mr. Price?” “Yes,” replied the girl, opening her eyes very wide indeed. “How did you come to find that out, Jack?” “I met a relative of yours, Silas Hockins, and brought him here. He’s in the reception-room. He wants to find where you live. Hadn’t you better see him?” “I’ve often heard mother speak of her uncle Silas, but I’ve never seen him nor has he ever seen me.” “Well, Millie, I think he’s a good thing to freeze to, as he told me he has money and calculates on doing the right thing by you and your mother. If I were you, I’d steer him right over to your home. Mr. Bishop will let you off, I guess. Go out and see him now. And don’t ever say I didn’t do you a good turn.” Millie had no trouble in identifying herself to Mr. Hockins’ satisfaction. She got leave of absence for the rest of the afternoon, and took Silas home with her.