"Yes," said Mrs. Greyson, hospitably, "we shall be glad to see you
both here again."
"Thank you very much," said Henry Fosdick, gratefully. "We shall
like very much to come."
I will not dwell upon the hour spent in Sunday school, nor upon the
remarks of Mr. Greyson to his class. He found Dick's ignorance of
religious subjects so great that he was obliged to begin at the
beginning with him. Dick was interested in hearing the children
sing, and readily promised to come again the next Sunday.
When the service was over Dick and Henry walked homewards. Dick
could not help letting his thoughts rest on the sweet little girl
who had given him so cordial a welcome, and hoping that he might
meet her again.
"Mr. Greyson is a nice man,--isn't he, Dick?" asked Henry, as they
were turning into Mott Street, and were already in sight of their
lodging-house.
"Aint he, though?" said Dick. "He treated us just as if we were
young gentlemen."
"Ida seemed to take a great fancy to you."
"She's a tip-top girl," said Dick, "but she asked so many questions
that I didn't know what to say."
He had scarcely finished speaking, when a stone whizzed by his head,
and, turning quickly, he saw Micky Maguire running round the corner
of the street which they had just passed.
CHAPTER XVIII
MICKY MAGUIRE'S SECOND DEFEAT
Dick was no coward. Nor was he in the habit of submitting passively
to an insult.
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