"Oh, I understand," he said. "He means 'glass put in.'"

Frank's mistake was not a singular one. The monotonous cry of these
men certainly sounds more like "glass puddin'," than the words they
intend to utter.

"Now," said Dick, "where shall we go?"

"I should like to see Central Park," said Frank. "Is it far off?"

"It is about a mile and a half from here," said Dick. "This is
Twenty-ninth Street, and the Park begins at Fifty-ninth Street."

It may be explained, for the benefit of readers who have never
visited New York, that about a mile from the City Hall the
cross-streets begin to be numbered in regular order. There is a
continuous line of houses as far as One Hundred and Thirtieth
Street, where may be found the terminus of the Harlem line of
horse-cars. When the entire island is laid out and settled, probably
the numbers will reach two hundred or more. Central Park, which lies
between Fifty-ninth Street on the south, and One Hundred and Tenth
Street on the north, is true to its name, occupying about the centre
of the island. The distance between two parallel streets is called a
block, and twenty blocks make a mile. It will therefore be seen that
Dick was exactly right, when he said they were a mile and a half
from Central Park.

"That is too far to walk," said Frank.

"'Twon't cost but six cents to ride," said Dick.