“Hello, Frank!” he cried. “Goin’ by w’en I seen yer t’rough der window, an’ I t’ought I’d stop an’ speak.”
It was Bob, the newsboy, whom Frank had befriended in his railroad days.
“Hello, Bob!” exclaimed Merry. “On the jump, as usual. How do you like your new position in the broker’s office?”
“Great!” was the instant answer. “Der boss treats me fine, an’ he says w’en I’ve been ter night school long ernough ter have der proper eddycashun, he’ll put me onter der turns of der business. Oh, I’ll be a broker meself some day, see if I don’t.”
Frank introduced Bob to Ephraim and Hans.
“Say, dis is great!” cried the former newsboy. “I’ve heard Frank tell heaps of t’ings about youse chaps.”
He seemed genuinely delighted over the meeting.
“I invited them to dinner,” said Merry. “We wanted Jack to come along, but he can’t close up.”
“How long will it take?”
“Oh, he might be back in three-quarters of an hour.”