Before Dick fairly knew what he intended to do, he was walking down Fifth Avenue with his new friends.
Now, our young hero was not naturally bashful; but he certainly felt so now, especially as Miss Ida Greyson chose to walk by his side, leaving Henry Fosdick to walk with her father and mother.
“What is your name?” asked Ida, pleasantly.
Our hero was about to answer “Ragged Dick,” when it occurred to him that in the present company he had better forget his old nickname.
“Dick Hunter,” he answered.
“Dick!” repeated Ida. “That means Richard, doesn’t it?”
“Everybody calls me Dick.”
“I have a cousin Dick,” said the young lady, sociably. “His name is Dick Wilson. I suppose you don’t know him?”
“No,” said Dick.
“I like the name of Dick,” said the young lady, with charming frankness.