"Johnny Nolan'd think I stole it, if he should see it," said Dick. "Poor chap! I wish some luck would come to him. I saw him to-day lookin' just as I used to before I met Frank."
"There's some difference between then and now, Dick."
"Yes. I was a rough chap in them days."
"In those days, Dick."
"In those days, and I don't know but I am now, but I'm trying to improve. With you to help me, I think I'll grow up respectable."
"I hope we both will, Dick. But who's that letter from that you've just taken out of your pocket?"
"Oh, I forgot. Mr. Rockwell handed it to me just before I came away, and told me not to open it till I got home. P'r'aps it says that he hasn't no more occasion for my valuable services."
"That isn't very likely, considering the present you have brought home. But open it; I am curious to see what is in it."
The envelope was cut open, and a piece of paper dropped out.
Fosdick picked it up, and to his inexpressible amazement ascertained that it was a check on the Park Bank for the sum of one thousand dollars made payable to Richard Hunter, or order.