He was just going to ride off, when the shopman came to the door and asked him some question, to which he replied in a loud voice—
"Let them be sent to No.— Grosvenor Square."
Dick eagerly opened the paper; there were four pennies inside—and he stared with amazement, there was also a small, very bright yellow coin!
He had only once or twice seen a sovereign in his life, and never had had one in his hand. His companion, a boy named Larkins who lived near Roan's Court, uttered an exclamation. "Why, Dick, he's given you a bit of yellow money; you lucky fellow!" Dick gave quite a shout of joy.
[Illustration: "THERE, MY LAD, HOLD IT FIRMLY; THE HORSE IS QUIET ENOUGH.">[
He felt almost giddy, and as if a large fortune had fallen into his hands.
"I tell you what, Dick," said Larkins, who secretly hoped he might come in for a share of the money, "don't you be looking at it like that here in the street, or people will think you've no business with it. Yellow money doesn't often come to the like of us; and, I say, don't you go telling your father or mother of your luck, or they'll take it from you and go and spend it in drink."
Dick did not reply; he was wrapping up the coppers and the yellow bit as carefully in the paper as when they were given him, and he put the little parcel in his jacket pocket.