and me don't sleep much for fear of burglars breakin' in and robbin'
us of our valooable treasures. Sometimes I think I'll give all my
money to an Orphan Asylum, and take it out in board. I guess I'd
make money by the operation."

While Dick was speaking, the car rolled away, and the boys turned
up Fifty-ninth Street, for two long blocks yet separated them from
the Park.



CHAPTER X

INTRODUCES A VICTIM OF MISPLACED CONFIDENCE


"What a queer chap you are, Dick!" said Frank, laughing. "You always
seem to be in good spirits."

"No, I aint always. Sometimes I have the blues."

"When?"

"Well, once last winter it was awful cold, and there was big holes
in my shoes, and my gloves and all my warm clothes was at the
tailor's. I felt as if life was sort of tough, and I'd like it if
some rich man would adopt me, and give me plenty to eat and drink
and wear, without my havin' to look so sharp after it. Then agin'
when I've seen boys with good homes, and fathers, and mothers, I've
thought I'd like to have somebody to care for me."