"I'm all right, Tim. I haven't seen you, either. Where have you been?"
"To Boston," answered Tim, briefly.
"You have!" exclaimed Sam, interested. "How did you like it?"
"I don't like it as well as York."
"Why not? Ain't it a nice place?"
"'Tisn't half as big as York. Besides, there ain't half so much fun. There ain't no Old Bowery there, nor Tony Pastor's. I didn't know what to do with myself nights."
"What were you doing? Did you black boots?"
"No," answered Tim. "I was in a store on Dock Square."
"What sort of a store?"
"Clothing store."