It was Dick’s custom to commence his business before breakfast; generally it must be owned, because he began the day penniless, and must earn his meal before he ate it.  To-day it was different.  He had four dollars left in his pocket-book; but this he had previously determined not to touch.  In fact he had formed the ambitious design of starting an account at a savings’ bank, in order to have something to fall back upon in case of sickness or any other emergency, or at any rate as a reserve fund to expend in clothing or other necessary articles when he required them.  Hitherto he had been content to live on from day to day without a penny ahead; but the new vision of respectability which now floated before Dick’s mind, owing to his recent acquaintance with Frank, was beginning to exercise a powerful effect upon him.

In Dick’s profession as in others there are lucky days, when everything seems to flow prosperously.  As if to encourage him in his new-born resolution, our hero obtained no less than six jobs in the course of an hour and a half.  This gave him sixty cents, quite abundant to purchase his breakfast, and a comb besides.  His exertions made him hungry, and, entering a small eating-house he ordered a cup of coffee and a beefsteak.  To this he added a couple of rolls.  This was quite a luxurious breakfast for Dick, and more expensive than he was accustomed to indulge himself with.  To gratify the curiosity of my young readers, I will put down the items with their cost,—­

Coffee, . . . . . . . . . . . . .  5 cts. 
Beefsteak, . . . . . . . . . . .  15
A couple of rolls,  . . . . . . .  5
—­25 cts.

It will thus be seen that our hero had expended nearly one-half of his morning’s earnings.  Some days he had been compelled to breakfast on five cents, and then he was forced to content himself with a couple of apples, or cakes.  But a good breakfast is a good preparation for a busy day, and Dick sallied forth from the restaurant lively and alert, ready to do a good stroke of business.

Dick’s change of costume was liable to lead to one result of which he had not thought.  His brother boot-blacks might think he had grown aristocratic, and was putting on airs,—­that, in fact, he was getting above his business, and desirous to outshine his associates.  Dick had not dreamed of this, because in fact, in spite of his new-born ambition, he entertained no such feeling.  There was nothing of what boys call “big-feeling” about him.  He was a borough democrat, using the word not politically, but in its proper sense, and was disposed to fraternize with all whom he styled “good fellows,” without regard to their position.  It may seem a little unnecessary to some of my readers to make this explanation; but they must remember that pride and “big-feeling” are confined to no age or class, but may be found in boys as well as men, and in boot-blacks as well as those of a higher rank.

The morning being a busy time with the boot-blacks, Dick’s changed appearance had not as yet attracted much attention.  But when business slackened a little, our hero was destined to be reminded of it.