Ragged Dick, Or, Street Life in New York with the Boot-Blacks by Horatio Alger
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interesting."
"I think," said Frank, after a little hesitation, "that I will go off by myself. I won't go very far, and if I lose my way, I will inquire for the Astor House." "Yes, anybody will direct you here. Very well, Frank, I am sorry I can't do better for you." "Oh, never mind, uncle, I shall be amused in walking around, and looking at the shop-windows. There will be a great deal to see." Now Dick had listened to all this conversation. Being an enterprising young man, he thought he saw a chance for a speculation, and determined to avail himself of it. Accordingly he stepped up to the two just as Frank's uncle was about leaving, and said, "I know all about the city, sir; I'll show him around, if you want me to." The gentleman looked a little curiously at the ragged figure before him. "So you are a city boy, are you?" "Yes, sir," said Dick, "I've lived here ever since I was a baby." "And you know all about the public buildings, I suppose?" "Yes, sir." |
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