"So shall I, as long as we stay at Mrs. Mooney's. I wish we were in
a better place."
"I must go down and tell her she needn't expect Travis back. Poor
chap, I pity him!"
Travis was never more seen in Mrs. Mooney's establishment. He was
owing that lady for a fortnight's rent of his room, which prevented
her feeling much compassion for him. The room was soon after let to
a more creditable tenant who proved a less troublesome neighbor than
his predecessor.
CHAPTER XXIV
DICK RECEIVES A LETTER
It was about a week after Dick's recovery of his bank-book, that
Fosdick brought home with him in the evening a copy of the "Daily
Sun."
"Would you like to see your name in print, Dick?" he asked.
"Yes," said Dick, who was busy at the wash-stand, endeavoring to
efface the marks which his day's work had left upon his hands. "They
haven't put me up for mayor, have they? 'Cause if they have, I
shan't accept. It would interfere too much with my private business."
"No," said Fosdick, "they haven't put you up for office yet, though
that may happen sometime. But if you want to see your name in print,
here it is."
Dick was rather incredulous, but, having dried his hands on the
towel, took the paper, and following the directions of Fosdick's
finger, observed in the list of advertised letters the name of
"RAGGED DICK."
"By gracious, so it is," said he. "Do you s'pose it means me?"
"I don't know of any other Ragged Dick,--do you?"
"No," said Dick, reflectively; "it must be me.
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