Together with her he had heard the rumor of Mr.Lincoln's downfall, and while he felt sorry for the family, he could not help hoping that it would bring Jenny nearer to him.

Of this he told Mary, who hardly dared trust herself to reply, lest she should divulge a darling secret, which she had cherished ever since Mrs.
Campbell had told her that, in little more than a year, she was to be the rightful owner of a sum of money much larger than she had ever dreamed it possible for her to possess.

Wholly unselfish, her thoughts instantly turned towards her adopted brother.

A part of that sum should be his, and with that for a stepping stone to future wealth, Mrs.Lincoln, when poor and destitute, could no longer refuse him her daughter Mrs Campbell, to whom alone she confided her wishes, gave her consent, though she could not understand the self-denying love which prompted this act of generosity to a stranger.
And now Mary was very happy in thinking how much good she could do.
Mrs.Mason, her benefactress, should never want again.

Sally Furbush, the kind-hearted old crazy woman who had stood by her so long and so faithfully, should share her home wherever that home might be; while better than all the rest, William Bender, the truest, best friend she ever had, should be repaid for his kindness to her when a little, unknown pauper.