"Alger Jr, Horatio - Ragged Dick" - читать интересную книгу автора (Alger Horatio Jr)

"Thank you, but I wouldn't want to deprive you of it.
And did your pants come from General Washington too?"

"No, they was a gift from Lewis Napoleon. Lewis had outgrown
'em and sent 'em to me,--he's bigger than me, and that's why
they don't fit."

"It seems you have distinguished friends. Now, my lad, I
suppose you would like your money."

"I shouldn't have any objection," said Dick.

"I believe," said the gentleman, examining his pocket-book,
"I haven't got anything short of twenty-five cents. Have you
got any change?"

"Not a cent," said Dick. "All my money's invested in the
Erie Railroad."

"That's unfortunate."

"Shall I get the money changed, sir?"

"I can't wait; I've got to meet an appointment immediately.
I'll hand you twenty-five cents, and you can leave the change
at my office any time during the day."

"All right, sir. Where is it?"

"No. 125 Fulton Street. Shall you remember?"

"Yes, sir. What name?"

"Greyson,--office on second floor."

"All right, sir; I'll bring it."

"I wonder whether the little scamp will prove honest," said
Mr. Greyson to himself, as he walked away. "If he does, I'll
give him my custom regularly. If he don't as is most likely,
I shan't mind the loss of fifteen cents."

Mr. Greyson didn't understand Dick. Our ragged hero wasn't a
model boy in all respects. I am afraid he swore sometimes,
and now and then he played tricks upon unsophisticated boys
from the country, or gave a wrong direction to honest old
gentlemen unused to the city. A clergyman in search of the
Cooper Institute he once directed to the Tombs Prison, and,
following him unobserved, was highly delighted when the