I know he'll be glad to give it to you for my sake." Ed could not find words capable of expressing his gratitude and delight.
The three days passed, and the letter was put into his bands.

He started on his trip, still pouring out his thanks while he shook good-bye all around.

And when he was out of sight his comrades let fly their laughter in a storm of happy satisfaction--and then quieted down, and were less happy, less satisfied.

For the old doubts as to the wisdom of this deception began to intrude again.
Arrived in New York, Ed found his way to Commodore Vanderbilt's business quarters, and was ushered into a large anteroom, where a score of people were patiently awaiting their turn for a two-minute interview with the millionaire in his private office.

A servant asked for Ed's card, and got the letter instead.