She thinks of me," said Phil.
"Of course she does.

You will go home and see her some day." "I hope so." "Of course you will," said Paul, confidently.
"I saw the boy who stole my fiddle," continued Phil.
"Tim Rafferty ?" "Yes." "What did he say ?" "I was with a bootblack--the one they call 'Ragged Dick.' Do you know him ?" "Yes; I know Dick.

He is a bully fellow, always joking." "Dick wanted to lick him, but a policeman came, and he went away." "Does Dick know that he stole your fiddle ?" "Yes." "Then he will be sure to punish him.

It will save me the trouble." The walk was not long.

Soon they were at Paul's door.
"I have brought company to dinner, mother," said Paul, entering first.
"I am glad to see you, Phil," said Mrs.Hoffman.