“I don’t b’lieve you’ve got any better clo’es,” said Micky.
“All right,” said Dick, “I won’t charge you nothin’ for what you believe.”
Here a customer presented himself for Micky, and Dick went back to his room to change his clothes, before resuming business.
CHAPTER XXV.
DICK WRITES HIS FIRST LETTER
When Fosdick reached home in the evening, Dick displayed his letter with some pride.
“It’s a nice letter,” said Fosdick, after reading it. “I should like to know Frank.”
“I’ll bet you would,” said Dick. “He’s a trump.”
“When are you going to answer it?”
“I don’t know,” said Dick, dubiously. “I never writ a letter.”
“That’s no reason why you shouldn’t. There’s always a first time, you know.”