"
"That can be remedied with perseverance," said Frank. "A year will
do a great deal for you."
"I'll go to work and see what I can do," said Dick, energetically.
CHAPTER IX
A SCENE IN A THIRD AVENUE CAR
The boys had turned into Third Avenue, a long street, which,
commencing just below the Cooper Institute, runs out to Harlem. A
man came out of a side street, uttering at intervals a monotonous
cry which sounded like "glass puddin'."
"Glass pudding!" repeated Frank, looking in surprised wonder at
Dick. "What does he mean?"
"Perhaps you'd like some," said Dick.
"I never heard of it before."
"Suppose you ask him what he charges for his puddin'."
Frank looked more narrowly at the man, and soon concluded that he
was a glazier.
"Oh, I understand," he said. "He means 'glass put in.'"
Frank's mistake was not a singular one. The monotonous cry of these
men certainly sounds more like "glass puddin'," than the words they
intend to utter.
"Now," said Dick, "where shall we go?"
"I should like to see Central Park," said Frank. "Is it far off?"
"It is about a mile and a half from here," said Dick. "This is
Twenty-ninth Street, and the Park begins at Fifty-ninth Street."
It may be explained, for the benefit of readers who have never
visited New York, that about a mile from the City Hall the
cross-streets begin to be numbered in regular order. There is a
continuous line of houses as far as One Hundred and Thirtieth
Street, where may be found the terminus of the Harlem line of
horse-cars.
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