"I aint goin' to buy till I can buy a good one."
"What's the name of this street?"
"West Broadway."
They were really upon West Broadway by this time, that being as direct a line as any to Bleecker Street.
"You see that store," said Ben.
"Yes; what's the matter of it?"
"I don't own it now," said Ben. "I sold it, cos the tenants didn't pay their rent reg'lar."
"I should think you'd dress better if you've got so much money," said the old lady, not unnaturally.
"What's the use of wearin' nice clo'es round among the wharves?" said Ben.
"There's suthin in that. I tell my darter Jane—she lives in the country—that it's no use dressin' up the children to go to school,—they're sure to get their clo'es tore and dirty afore they get home."