But I suppose if one
wants to make money one must expect to give up some comforts."
"You're right there," replied Frank.
During the week Pep met them twice on the Bowery. He was cleanly washed,
had his curly hair brushed, and wore a brand-new suit. In his altered
appearance Richard hardly knew him.
"Dad's better," was the urchin's reply to the boy's question. "Uncle
Doc is going to take him out of de hospital next week, so as Aunt Betty
can nurse him herself. She's awful kind, she is."
"And how do you like the change?" asked Frank.
"I feel like I was dreamin'," was Pep's answer. "It don't seem natural--
these clo'es and that nice home. It's like de times long ago."
"Are you selling papers yet?" asked Richard.
"No, sir. Uncle Doc says I'm to go to school in a week or so. He says
I must have an eddication, and he's going to help dad get his money
and invest it so it's safe, and all that. Here's yer dollar."
As Pep concluded, he suddenly dived into one of the pockets of his new
trousers, and, after considerable difficulty, extricated a silver
dollar.
"Never mind, Pep, you can keep it," said Richard, yet well pleased to
see the urchin's evident desire to right the wrong he had done.
"No, no, it's yours," exclaimed Pep earnestly.
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