Ragged Dick, Or, Street Life in New York with the Boot-Blacks by Horatio Alger
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passengers.
"It seems to me you carry a large pocket-book for a young man of your age," said the conductor. "That's what I carry my cash and valooable papers in," said Dick. "I suppose that isn't yours, ma'am," said the conductor, turning to the lady. "No," said she, scornfully. "I wouldn't carry round such a great wallet as that. Most likely he's stolen it from somebody else." "What a prime detective you'd be!" said Dick. "P'rhaps you know who I took it from." "I don't know but my money's in it," said the lady, sharply. "Conductor, will you open that wallet, and see what there is in it?" "Don't disturb the valooable papers," said Dick, in a tone of pretended anxiety. The contents of the wallet excited some amusement among the passengers. "There don't seem to be much money here," said the conductor, taking out a roll of tissue paper cut out in the shape of bills, and rolled up. "No," said Dick. "Didn't I tell you them were papers of no valoo to |
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