Some of her old friends send her money--actually give five-dollar bills to old Jacob Van Boozenberg's daughter, somewhere over by the North River.

Every body knows it, you know; but, for all that, we have to make bows to old Van B.Don't we want accommodations?
Look here, Abel; if Jacob were not worth a million of dollars, he would be of less consequence than the old fellow who sells apples at the corner of his bank.

But as it is, we all agree that he is a shrewd, sensible old fellow; rough in some of his ways--full of little prejudices--rather sharp; and as for Mrs.Tom Witchet, why, if girls will run away, and all that sort of thing, they must take the consequences, you know.

Of course they must.

Where should we be if every rich merchant's daughters were at the mercy of his clerks?
I'm sorry for all this.