Although Dick Armstrong had lived in the country all his life, and Albany was the biggest town he had heretofore seen, still the great city of New York did not overwhelm him by its immensity.
He was a level-headed boy and believed in taking things as they came.
Of course he found lots to interest and astonish him, but that was only what he had expected.
He and Joe spent three days taking in the sights of the city, which of course were quite familiar to the latter, and then Dick decided to call on Mr. Nesbitt.
That gentleman was a well-known lawyer, and his office was in a big skyscraper on lower Broadway.
It rather took Dick’s breath away when he was whisked up to the sixteenth story in an express elevator, yet nobody would have judged from his manner but that he was accustomed to the trip.
“Second corridor to your left,” said the elevator man to Dick, and the boy, following this direction, had no trouble in finding the offices of “George Nesbitt, Attorney and Counsellor-at-Law,” who occupied a suite of handsomely furnished rooms, from the windows of which a splendid view of the bay and the two rivers was to be had.
The lawyer extended a warm greeting to his young visitor.
“My daughter is doing very nicely, everything considered,” he said. “You must not delay calling on us; she will be very glad to see you again.”
“I shall be happy to do so,” answered Dick.