"Is this all the boy does?"

"No; he is cash-boy in a large store on Broadway. He is employed there
all day, and he is here only in the evenings."

"Does my uncle seem attached to him?" asked John.

"He's getting fond of him, I should say. The other day he asked me if
I didn't think it would be a good thing to take him into the house and
give him a room. I suppose the boy put it into his head."

"No doubt. What did you say?"

"I opposed it. I told him that a boy would be a great deal of trouble in
the family."

"You did right, Mrs. Bradley. What did my uncle say?"

"He hinted about taking him from the store and letting him go to school.
The next thing would be his adopting him. The fact is, Mr. John, the boy
is so artful that he knows just how to manage your uncle. No doubt he
put the idea into Mr. Wharton's head, and he may do it yet."

"Does my uncle give any reason for the fancy he has taken to the boy?"
demanded John.

"Yes," said the housekeeper. "He has taken it into his head that the
boy resembles your cousin, George, who died abroad. You were with him, I
believe?"