“And you know all about the public buildings, I suppose?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And the Central Park?”
“Yes, sir. I know my way all round.”
The gentleman looked thoughtful.
“I don’t know what to say, Frank,” he remarked after a while. “It is rather a novel proposal. He isn’t exactly the sort of guide I would have picked out for you. Still he looks honest. He has an open face, and I think can be depended upon.”
“I wish he wasn’t so ragged and dirty,” said Frank, who felt a little shy about being seen with such a companion.
“I’m afraid you haven’t washed your face this morning,” said Mr. Whitney, for that was the gentleman’s name.
“They didn’t have no wash-bowls at the hotel where I stopped,” said Dick.
“What hotel did you stop at?”