“Dick,” said Fosdick, one evening, after they had completed their studies, “I think you’ll have to get another teacher soon.”

“Why?” asked Dick, in some surprise.  “Have you been offered a more loocrative position?”

“No,” said Fosdick, “but I find I have taught you all I know myself.  You are now as good a scholar as I am.”

“Is that true?” said Dick, eagerly, a flush of gratification coloring his brown cheek.

“Yes,” said Fosdick.  “You’ve made wonderful progress.  I propose, now that evening schools have begun, that we join one, and study together through the winter.”

“All right,” said Dick.  “I’d be willin’ to go now; but when I first began to study I was ashamed to have anybody know that I was so ignorant.  Do you really mean, Fosdick, that I know as much as you?”

“Yes, Dick, it’s true.”

“Then I’ve got you to thank for it,” said Dick, earnestly.  “You’ve made me what I am.”

“And haven’t you paid me, Dick?”

“By payin’ the room-rent,” said Dick, impulsively.  “What’s that?  It isn’t half enough.  I wish you’d take half my money; you deserve it.”

“Thank you, Dick, but you’re too generous.  You’ve more than paid me.  Who was it took my part when all the other boys imposed upon me?  And who gave me money to buy clothes, and so got me my situation?”

“Oh, that’s nothing!” said Dick.

“It’s a great deal, Dick.  I shall never forget it.  But now it seems to me you might try to get a situation yourself.”

“Do I know enough?”

“You know as much as I do.”

“Then I’ll try,” said Dick, decidedly.

“I wish there was a place in our store,” said Fosdick.  “It would be pleasant for us to be together.”

“Never mind,” said Dick; “there’ll be plenty of other chances.  P’r’aps A. T. Stewart might like a partner.  I wouldn’t ask more’n a quarter of the profits.”

“Which would be a very liberal proposal on your part,” said Fosdick, smiling.  “But perhaps Mr. Stewart might object to a partner living on Mott Street.”

“I’d just as lieves move to Fifth Avenoo,” said Dick.  “I aint got no prejudices in favor of Mott Street.”

“Nor I,” said Fosdick, “and in fact I have been thinking it might be a good plan for us to move as soon as we could afford.  Mrs. Mooney doesn’t keep the room quite so neat as she might.”

“No,” said Dick.  “She aint got no prejudices against dirt.  Look at that towel.”

Dick held up the article indicated, which had now seen service nearly a week, and hard service at that,—­Dick’s avocation causing him to be rather hard on towels.

“Yes,” said Fosdick, “I’ve got about tired of it.  I guess we can find some better place without having to pay much more.  When we move, you must let me pay my share of the rent.”

“We’ll see about that,” said Dick.  “Do you propose to move to Fifth Avenoo?”