"Here is your change," said Dick to the one who had given him the five-cent piece.
"Keep it!" exclaimed the man, not lifting his eyes from the sheet.
Jimmy had told Dick that customers were often thus generous, so the new newsboy felt it was all right to keep the four cents. As he walked away he heard one man say to another:
"That's an intelligent way of selling papers. I wonder why most of the boys think they have to yell themselves hoarse about a fire or a murder? This is the most important news of the day, but it's the first time I heard one of the boys mention it."
"You're right," said another. "That lad looks as if he was fitted for something better than selling papers."
Then the men began to read the news, and Dick, glad to hear that his method was thus approved, moved on toward Wall Street. He found many newsboys in that district, but he kept to the plan he had made, and in much less time than he expected he had sold all his papers and started back to Jimmy for more.
"Youse don't mean t' tell me youse is sold out?" exclaimed his friend as Dick approached.
"Yes, and I didn't have to yell 'Fire' or 'Murder' once."
"Well, dat gits me!" murmured Jimmy in great astonishment.