“In course they are. Me and Horace Greeley always go there for clothes. When Horace gets a new suit, I always have one made just like it; but I can’t go the white hat. It aint becomin’ to my style of beauty.”
A little farther on a man was standing out on the sidewalk, distributing small printed handbills. One was handed to Frank, which he read as follows,—
“GRAND CLOSING-OUT SALE!—A variety of Beautiful and Costly Articles for Sale, at a Dollar apiece. Unparalleled Inducements! Walk in, Gentlemen!”
“Whereabouts is this sale?” asked Frank.
“In here, young gentlemen,” said a black-whiskered individual, who appeared suddenly on the scene. “Walk in.”
“Shall we go in, Dick?”
“It’s a swindlin’ shop,” said Dick, in a low voice. “I’ve been there. That man’s a regular cheat. He’s seen me before, but he don’t know me coz of my clothes.”
“Step in and see the articles,” said the man, persuasively. “You needn’t buy, you know.”
“Are all the articles worth more’n a dollar?” asked Dick.
“Yes,” said the other, “and some worth a great deal more.”