She did not believe that Mr.
Belcher would dare to treat the lad foully, with the consciousness that his disappearance within his house had been observed, and wisely determined to do nothing but sit down at her window and watch the house.
Placing Harry in a chair, Mr.Belcher sat down opposite to him, and said: "My boy, I'm very glad to see you.

I've wanted to know about you more than any boy in the world.

I suppose you've been told that I am a very bad man, but I'll prove to you that I'm not.

There, put that ten-dollar gold piece in your pocket.

That's what they call an eagle, and I hope you'll have a great many like it when you grow up." The lad hid his hands behind his back, and shook his head.
"You don't mean to say that you won't take it!" said the proprietor in a wheedling tone.
The boy kept his hands behind him, and shook his head.
"Well, I suppose you are not to blame for disliking me; and now I want you to tell me all about your getting away from the poor-house, and who helped you out, and where your poor, dear father is, and all about it.
Come, now, you don't know how much we looked for you, and how we all gave you up for lost.