“You must go down and let Mr. Goldwin see you with it on,” said he.
“When shall we start, Bob?” put in Tom Flannery, who couldn’t see the propriety in delaying dinner simply to discuss new clothes.
“Are you so very hungry?” laughed Bob, good naturedly.
“I should think I am, for I haven’t had no dinner.”
“It don’t make no difference, Tom, whether you did or not. You’d be starvin’ all the same.”
“Well, I can’t help it; I think it’s time to eat, don’t you, Herbert?”
“Yes, it is about time for dinner,” replied our hero. “Are you ready to go, Bob?”
“Yes, but we won’t go up to the Boss Tweed tonight,” replied the young detective, somewhat pompously.
“Bob is goin’ to ask us up town for a big lay out,” said Tom.
Herbert looked doubtful.