"That's a pretty steep salary to pay a green boy from the country. No offense, Dean. You are green, you know."
"Yes, I know I am, but I don't mean to stay so."
"I don't believe you will. You look as if you'd learn fast."
"I'll try to, at any rate."
After dinner they found a place near the corner of Wall Street and Broadway, where Dean bought a valise of neat appearance and good quality for three dollars. He adopted Mr. Kirby's suggestion, and, opening his bundle, put the contents into his new purchase.
"Now you don't look so countrified," said Guy.
They turned down Wall Street, looking curiously into the windows as they passed. At one—a broker's office—Dean found something to surprise him.
At a large counter stood Mr. Kirby with a roll of bills before him—the same, no doubt, that Dean had seen him counting at the hotel. He appeared to be purchasing government bonds, for a clerk passed him several, and gathered up the bills in exchange.
"What do you see that's so interesting?" asked Guy.