Ragged Dick, Or, Street Life in New York with the Boot-Blacks eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 193 pages of information about Ragged Dick, Or, Street Life in New York with the Boot-Blacks.

Ragged Dick, Or, Street Life in New York with the Boot-Blacks eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 193 pages of information about Ragged Dick, Or, Street Life in New York with the Boot-Blacks.

Both Dick and Henry were highly pleased at the success of the application.  The pay would indeed be small, but, expended economically, Fosdick thought he could get along on it, receiving his room rent, as before, in return for his services as Dick’s private tutor.  Dick determined, as soon as his education would permit, to follow his companion’s example.

“I don’t know as you’ll be willin’ to room with a boot-black,” he said, to Henry, “now you’re goin’ into business.”

“I couldn’t room with a better friend, Dick,” said Fosdick, affectionately, throwing his arm round our hero.  “When we part, it’ll be because you wish it.”

So Fosdick entered upon a new career.

CHAPTER XX

NINE MONTHS LATER

The next morning Fosdick rose early, put on his new suit, and, after getting breakfast, set out for the Broadway store in which he had obtained a position.  He left his little blacking-box in the room.

“It’ll do to brush my own shoes,” he said.  “Who knows but I may have to come back to it again?”

“No danger,” said Dick; “I’ll take care of the feet, and you’ll have to look after the heads, now you’re in a hat-store.”

“I wish you had a place too,” said Fosdick.

“I don’t know enough yet,” said Dick.  “Wait till I’ve gradooated.”

“And can put A.B. after your name.”

“What’s that?”

“It stands for Bachelor of Arts.  It’s a degree that students get when they graduate from college.”

“Oh,” said Dick, “I didn’t know but it meant A Boot-black.  I can put that after my name now.  Wouldn’t Dick Hunter, A.B., sound tip-top?”

“I must be going,” said Fosdick.  “It won’t do for me to be late the very first morning.”

“That’s the difference between you and me,” said Dick.  “I’m my own boss, and there aint no one to find fault with me if I’m late.  But I might as well be goin’ too.  There’s a gent as comes down to his store pretty early that generally wants a shine.”

The two boys parted at the Park.  Fosdick crossed it, and proceeded to the hat-store, while Dick, hitching up his pants, began to look about him for a customer.  It was seldom that Dick had to wait long.  He was always on the alert, and if there was any business to do he was always sure to get his share of it.  He had now a stronger inducement than ever to attend strictly to business; his little stock of money in the savings bank having been nearly exhausted by his liberality to his room-mate.  He determined to be as economical as possible, and moreover to study as hard as he could, that he might be able to follow Fosdick’s example, and obtain a place in a store or counting-room.  As there were no striking incidents occurring in our hero’s history within the next nine months, I propose to pass over that period, and recount the progress he made in that time.

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