"I don't think I remember you," he said, surveying Dick with a puzzled expression.
"Perhaps you'd remember me better if I had on my Washington coat and Napoleon pants," said our hero, with a smile. He felt rather pleased to find he was not recognized, since it was a compliment to his improved appearance.
"What!" exclaimed Frank, his face lighting up with pleasure, "is it possible that you are—"
"Richard Hunter, at your service," said our hero; "but when you knew me I was Ragged Dick."
CHAPTER II.
INTRODUCTION TO MERCANTILE LIFE.
Frank Whitney was indeed surprised to find the ragged boot-black of a year before so wonderfully changed. He grasped Dick's hand, and shook it heartily.
"Uncle," he said, "this is Dick. Isn't he changed?"
"It is a change I am glad to see," said Mr. Whitney, also extending his hand; "for it appears to be a change for the better. And who is this other young man?"