“Only five minutes’ walk.”
“Then we can get one on the way.”
When Dick was dressed in his new attire, with his face and hands clean, and his hair brushed, it was difficult to imagine that he was the same boy.
He now looked quite handsome, and might readily have been taken for a young gentleman, except that his hands were red and grimy.
“Look at yourself,” said Frank, leading him before the mirror.
“By gracious!” said Dick, starting back in astonishment, “that isn’t me, is it?”
“Don’t you know yourself?” asked Frank, smiling.
“It reminds me of Cinderella,” said Dick, “when she was changed into a fairy princess. I see it one night at Barnum’s. What’ll Johnny Nolan say when he sees me? He won’t dare to speak to such a young swell as I be now. Aint it rich?” and Dick burst into a loud laugh. His fancy was tickled by the anticipation of his friend’s surprise. Then the thought of the valuable gifts he had received occurred to him, and he looked gratefully at Frank.
“You’re a brick,” he said.
“A what?”