“Do you know the way to the Astor House?” asked Robert.

“I ought to.”

“How far is it?”

“Half a mile.”

“That hack driver told me it was five miles.”

The boy grinned.

“He thought you were green,” he said. “Say, boss, shall I carry that v’lise?”

“How much do you charge?”

“I’ll take it to Broadway for a quarter.”

“All right. I’ll pay it.”