Although it was yet only noon, Dick did not go out again with his brush.  He felt that it was time to retire from business.  He would leave his share of the public patronage to other boys less fortunate than himself.  That evening Dick and Fosdick had a long conversation.  Fosdick rejoiced heartily in his friend’s success, and on his side had the pleasant news to communicate that his pay had been advanced to six dollars a week.

“I think we can afford to leave Mott Street now,” he continued.  “This house isn’t as neat as it might be, and I shall like to live in a nicer quarter of the city.”

“All right,” said Dick.  “We’ll hunt up a new room to-morrow.  I shall have plenty of time, having retired from business.  I’ll try to get my reg’lar customers to take Johnny Nolan in my place.  That boy hasn’t any enterprise.  He needs some body to look out for him.”

“You might give him your box and brush, too, Dick.”

“No,” said Dick; “I’ll give him some new ones, but mine I want to keep, to remind me of the hard times I’ve had, when I was an ignorant boot-black, and never expected to be anything better.”

“When, in short, you were ‘Ragged Dick.’  You must drop that name, and think of yourself now as”—­

“Richard Hunter, Esq.,” said our hero, smiling.

“A young gentleman on the way to fame and fortune,” added Fosdick.

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Here ends the story of Ragged Dick.  As Fosdick said, he is Ragged Dick no longer.  He has taken a step upward, and is determined to mount still higher.  There are fresh adventures in store for him, and for others who have been introduced in these pages.  Those who have felt interested in his early life will find his history continued in a new volume, forming the second of the series, to be called,—­

Fame and fortune;

Or,

The progress of Richard Hunter.