"That will be excellent," said Frank, blushing.
"I thought you spoke of a bully."
"It was a word I learned from Dick Rafferty," said Frank, feeling rather embarrassed.
"And who is Dick Rafferty?"
"One of my friends at the Lodging-House."
"Unless his education is better than yours I would not advise you to learn any of his words."
"I beg your pardon, sir."
"You must excuse my offering you advice. It is the privilege of the old to advise the young."
"I shall always be glad to follow your advice, Mr. Bowen," said Frank.
"Good boy, good boy," said the old gentleman, approvingly. "I wish all boys were like you. Some think they know more than their grandfathers. There's one of that kind who lives next door."