Ragged Dick Part 26

He found that she had no objection, provided he would allow her twenty-five cents a week extra, in consideration of the extra trouble which his companion might be expected to make. To this d.i.c.k a.s.sented, and the arrangement was definitely concluded.

This over, the two boys went out and took stations near each other.

d.i.c.k had more of a business turn than Henry, and less shrinking from publicity, so that his earnings were greater. But he had undertaken to pay the entire expenses of the room, and needed to earn more.

Sometimes, when two customers presented themselves at the same time, he was able to direct one to his friend. So at the end of the week both boys found themselves with surplus earnings. d.i.c.k had the satisfaction of adding two dollars and a half to his deposits in the Savings Bank, and Fosd.i.c.k commenced an account by depositing seventy-five cents.

On Sunday morning d.i.c.k bethought himself of his promise to Mr.

Greyson to come to the church on Fifth Avenue. To tell the truth, d.i.c.k recalled it with some regret. He had never been inside a church since he could remember, and he was not much attracted by the invitation he had received. But Henry, finding him wavering, urged him to go, and offered to go with him. d.i.c.k gladly accepted the offer, feeling that he required someone to lend him countenance under such unusual circ.u.mstances.

d.i.c.k dressed himself with scrupulous care, giving his shoes a "shine" so brilliant that it did him great credit in a professional point of view, and endeavored to clean his hands thoroughly; but, in spite of all he could do, they were not so white as if his business had been of a different character.

Having fully completed his preparations, he descended into the street, and, with Henry by his side, crossed over to Broadway.

The boys pursued their way up Broadway, which on Sunday presents a striking contrast in its quietness to the noise and confusion of ordinary week-days, as far as Union Square, then turned down Fourteenth Street, which brought them to Fifth Avenue.

"Suppose we dine at Delmonico's," said Fosd.i.c.k, looking towards that famous restaurant.

"I'd have to sell some of my Erie shares," said d.i.c.k.

A short walk now brought them to the church of which mention has already been made. They stood outside, a little abashed, watching the fashionably attired people who were entering, and were feeling a little undecided as to whether they had better enter also, when d.i.c.k felt a light touch upon his shoulder.

Turning round, he met the smiling glance of Mr. Greyson.

"So, my young friend, you have kept your promise," he said. "And whom have you brought with you?"

"A friend of mine," said d.i.c.k. "His name is Henry Fosd.i.c.k."

"I am glad you have brought him. Now follow me, and I will give you seats."

CHAPTER XVII

d.i.c.k'S FIRST APPEARANCE IN SOCIETY

It was the hour for morning service. The boys followed Mr. Greyson into the handsome church, and were a.s.signed seats in his own pew.

There were two persons already seated in it,--a good-looking lady of middle age, and a pretty little girl of nine. They were Mrs. Greyson and her only daughter Ida. They looked pleasantly at the boys as they entered, smiling a welcome to them.

The morning service commenced. It must be acknowledged that d.i.c.k felt rather awkward. It was an unusual place for him, and it need not be wondered at that he felt like a cat in a strange garret. He would not have known when to rise if he had not taken notice of what the rest of the audience did, and followed their example. He was sitting next to Ida, and as it was the first time he had ever been near so well-dressed a young lady, he naturally felt bashful. When the hymns were announced, Ida found the place, and offered a hymn-book to our hero. d.i.c.k took it awkwardly, but his studies had not yet been pursued far enough for him to read the words readily.

However, he resolved to keep up appearances, and kept his eyes fixed steadily on the hymn-book.

At length the service was over. The people began to file slowly out of church, and among them, of course, Mr. Greyson's family and the two boys. It seemed very strange to d.i.c.k to find himself in such different companionship from what he had been accustomed, and he could not help thinking, "Wonder what Johnny Nolan 'ould say if he could see me now!"

But Johnny's business engagements did not often summon him to Fifth Avenue, and d.i.c.k was not likely to be seen by any of his friends in the lower part of the city.

"We have our Sunday school in the afternoon," said Mr. Greyson. "I suppose you live at some distance from here?"

"In Mott Street, sir," answered d.i.c.k.

"That is too far to go and return. Suppose you and your friend come and dine with us, and then we can come here together in the afternoon."

d.i.c.k was as much astonished at this invitation as if he had really been invited by the Mayor to dine with him and the Board of Aldermen. Mr. Greyson was evidently a rich man, and yet he had actually invited two boot-blacks to dine with him.

"I guess we'd better go home, sir," said d.i.c.k, hesitating.

"I don't think you can have any very pressing engagements to interfere with your accepting my invitation," said Mr. Greyson, good-humoredly, for he understood the reason of d.i.c.k's hesitation.

"So I take it for granted that you both accept."

Before d.i.c.k fairly knew what he intended to do, he was walking down Fifth Avenue with his new friends.

Now, our young hero was not naturally bashful; but he certainly felt so now, especially as Miss Ida Greyson chose to walk by his side, leaving Henry Fosd.i.c.k to walk with her father and mother.

"What is your name?" asked Ida, pleasantly.

Our hero was about to answer "Ragged d.i.c.k," when it occurred to him that in the present company he had better forget his old nickname.

"d.i.c.k Hunter," he answered.

"d.i.c.k!" repeated Ida. "That means Richard, doesn't it?"

"Everybody calls me d.i.c.k."

"I have a cousin d.i.c.k," said the young lady, sociably. "His name is d.i.c.k Wilson. I suppose you don't know him?"

"No," said d.i.c.k.

"I like the name of d.i.c.k," said the young lady, with charming frankness.

Without being able to tell why, d.i.c.k felt rather glad she did. He plucked up courage to ask her name.

"My name is Ida," answered the young lady. "Do you like it?"

"Yes," said d.i.c.k. "It's a bully name."

d.i.c.k turned red as soon as he had said it, for he felt that he had not used the right expression.

The little girl broke into a silvery laugh.

"What a funny boy you are!" she said.

"I didn't mean it," said d.i.c.k, stammering. "I meant it's a tip-top name."

Here Ida laughed again, and d.i.c.k wished himself back in Mott Street.

"How old are you?" inquired Ida, continuing her examination.

"I'm fourteen,--goin' on fifteen," said d.i.c.k.