professional eye, "you aint got a good shine on them boots. I'll
make 'em shine so you can see your face in 'em."

And he was as good as his word.

"Thank you," said Frank; "now you had better brush your own shoes."

This had not occurred to Dick, for in general the professional
boot-black considers his blacking too valuable to expend on his
own shoes or boots, if he is fortunate enough to possess a pair.

The two boys now went downstairs together. They met the same servant
who had spoken to Dick a few minutes before, but there was no
recognition.

"He don't know me," said Dick. "He thinks I'm a young swell like
you."

"What's a swell?"

"Oh, a feller that wears nobby clothes like you."

"And you, too, Dick."

"Yes," said Dick, "who'd ever have thought as I should have turned
into a swell?"

They had now got out on Broadway, and were slowly walking along the
west side by the Park, when who should Dick see in front of him, but
Johnny Nolan?