"
"You're a character," said the gentleman who had already spoken,
with a smile.
"A bad character!" muttered the lady.
But it was quite evident that the sympathies of those present were
against the lady, and on the side of the boys who had been falsely
accused, while Dick's drollery had created considerable amusement.
The cars had now reached Fifty-ninth Street, the southern boundary
of the Park, and here our hero and his companion got off.
"You'd better look out for pickpockets, my lad," said the conductor,
pleasantly. "That big wallet of yours might prove a great
temptation."
"That's so," said Dick. "That's the misfortin' of being rich. Astor
and me don't sleep much for fear of burglars breakin' in and robbin'
us of our valooable treasures. Sometimes I think I'll give all my
money to an Orphan Asylum, and take it out in board. I guess I'd
make money by the operation."
While Dick was speaking, the car rolled away, and the boys turned
up Fifty-ninth Street, for two long blocks yet separated them from
the Park.
CHAPTER X
INTRODUCES A VICTIM OF MISPLACED CONFIDENCE
"What a queer chap you are, Dick!" said Frank, laughing. "You always
seem to be in good spirits."
"No, I aint always. Sometimes I have the blues."
"When?"
"Well, once last winter it was awful cold, and there was big holes
in my shoes, and my gloves and all my warm clothes was at the
tailor's.
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