Stephen accompanied the newsboy as far as his own door. He would like to have been invited up, but Luke did not care to give him an invitation. Though Stephen seemed very friendly, he was not one whom he cared to cultivate.
“Well, so long!” said Stephen, with his “good-night,” “I shall probably see you to-morrow.”
“I have found out where they live,” thought Stephen. “I am making a very good detective. I’ll drop a line to Uncle Thomas this evening.”
Meanwhile Luke went upstairs two steps at a time. He was the bearer of good tidings, and that always quickens the steps.
He found his mother sitting in her rocking-chair with a sober face.
“Well, mother,” he asked, gayly, “how have you passed the day?”
“Very unprofitably, Luke. I went out this afternoon, and visited two places where I thought they might have some sewing for me, but I only met with disappointment. Now that I have a sewing machine, it is a great pity that I can’t make use of it.”
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