A brief walk brought them to Broadway, and then they separated.
Ben wandered down Broadway, amused at the sight until he same to Twenty-third Street, where he stopped. Ben look at it with admiration. He had never seen such structures, nor dreamed of their existence.
"New York's a splendid city!" he said to himself.
As he was looking about him, some one addressed him:
"What are you looking at Johnny?"
"My name isn't Johnny," answered Ben, turning toward the boy who had accosted him.
The boy puffed out his cheeks and whistled.
"When did you come from the country?" he asked.
"Why are you so anxious to know?" inquired Ben, who saw that the other was making game of him, and was not overwell pleased.
"Why, you see, Barnum has offered twenty-five cents for a country greenhorn, and I guess you'll do," said the boy, with his tongue in his cheek.