She had been "disappointed" in early life, and this had something to do with her gloomy views, but probably she was somewhat inclined by nature to despondency.
The family lived in a humble tenement, which, however, was neatly kept, and would have been a cheerful home but for the gloomy presence of Aunt Rachel, who, since her brother had been thrown out of employment, was gloomier than ever.
But all this while we have left Jack and the stranger standing in the street.
"You seem to be a good boy," said the latter, "and, under the circumstances, I will pay you more than I intended." He drew from his vest pocket a dollar bill, and handed it to Jack.
"What! is all this for me ?" asked Jack, joyfully.
"Yes, on the condition that you carry it home, and give it to your mother." "That I will, sir; she'll be glad enough to get it." "Well, good-by, my boy.

I hope your father'll find work soon." "He's a trump!" ejaculated Jack.

"Wasn't it lucky I was here just as he wanted a boy to hold his horse.

I wonder what Aunt Rachel will have to say to that?
Very likely she'll say the bill is bad." Jack made the best of his way home.

It was already late in the afternoon, and he knew he would be expected.