He had been so successful during the day
that, after paying for this, he still had ninety cents left. While
he was despatching his supper, another boy came in, smaller and
slighter than Dick, and sat down beside him. Dick recognized him
as a boy who three months before had entered the ranks of the
boot-blacks, but who, from a natural timidity, had not been able
to earn much. He was ill-fitted for the coarse companionship of
the street boys, and shrank from the rude jokes of his present
associates. Dick had never troubled him; for our hero had a certain
chivalrous feeling which would not allow him to bully or disturb a
younger and weaker boy than himself.
"How are you, Fosdick?" said Dick, as the other seated himself.
"Pretty well," said Fosdick. "I suppose you're all right."
"Oh, yes, I'm right side up with care. I've been havin' a bully
supper. What are you goin' to have?"
"Some bread and butter."
"Why don't you get a cup o' coffee?"
"Why," said Fosdick, reluctantly, "I haven't got money enough
to-night."
"Never mind," said Dick; "I'm in luck to-day, I'll stand treat."
"That's kind in you," said Fosdick, gratefully.
"Oh, never mind that," said Dick.
Accordingly he ordered a cup of coffee, and a plate of beefsteak,
and was gratified to see that his young companion partook of both
with evident relish. When the repast was over, the boys went out
into the street together, Dick pausing at the desk to settle for
both suppers.
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