Horatio Alger

“ Brent's hotel? Yes, I remember it."
"And about his true father having disappeared?"
"Yes, yes."
"Jonas, the letter I received this afternoon was from Philip's real father."
"By gosh!" ejaculated Jonas, altering his usual expression of surprise.
"He is in Philadelphia. He is a very rich man."
"Then Phil will be rich," said Jonas, disappointed. "I thought you said it would be me."
"Philip's father has never seen him since he was three years old," continued Mrs. ”

“ Brent, taking no notice of her son's tone.
"What difference does that make, mother?"
"Jonas," said Mrs. Brent, bending toward her son, "if I choose to tell him that you are Philip, he won't know the difference. Do you understand?"
Jonas did understand.
"That's a bully idea, mother! Can we pull the wool over the old man's eyes, do you think?"
"I wish you would not use such expressions, Jonas. They are not gentlemanly, and you are to be a young gentleman."
"All right, mother."
"We can manage it if you are very careful. It is worth the trouble, Jonas. I think Mr. ”