Ragged Dick, Or, Street Life in New York with the Boot-Blacks by Horatio Alger
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for the sake of making money. If there was a chance for him, Dick,
there is a chance for you." "He knowed enough to be a teacher, and I'm awful ignorant," said Dick. "But you needn't stay so." "How can I help it?" "Can't you learn at school?" "I can't go to school 'cause I've got my livin' to earn. It wouldn't do me much good if I learned to read and write, and just as I'd got learned I starved to death." "But are there no night-schools?" "Yes." "Why don't you go? I suppose you don't work in the evenings." "I never cared much about it," said Dick, "and that's the truth. But since I've got to talkin' with you, I think more about it. I guess I'll begin to go." "I wish you would, Dick. You'll make a smart man if you only get a little education." "Do you think so?" asked Dick, doubtfully. |
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