“Are you Ben?” said the boy, eyeing Ben’s fine suit in amazement.
“Yes, Frank.”
“Where’d you get that suit?”
“The fact is, Frank, I have fallen in with a rich lady, who has adopted me.”
“When did all this happen?”
“Yesterday morning.”
“Then you don’t sell papers any more?”
“No; I am staying at the Fifth Avenue Hotel.”
“You’re in luck, then?”