"I won't keep it nohow.
And say," he added in a whisper, "I'm awful glad you didn't say nothin'
to me uncle of it. It's de first time I stole anything, and it's the
last, too, and I wouldn't have Uncle Doc or Aunt Betty know it for de
world."
"You can make sure they shall never hear of it," returned Richard, as,
after more urging, he took the coin. "I can understand how desperate
you felt that morning we met at the newspaper office, and we'll let
the whole matter drop."
"Thank you, sir."
And Pep felt much relieved.
"You must come up Sunday," put in Frank. "Come up to dinner, same as
you were going to."
"Thank you, Mr. Massanet, I will," replied Pep. "My uncle expects both
of you down soon, too."
And they separated, Pep being on his way to Frying Pan Court to get
a few treasured belongings that still remained there.
Early the following morning Richard and Frank started for the store
together. It was a clear, but windy day, thick clouds of dust flying
in all directions. As they passed the entrance to the Brooklyn Bridge,
a fire engine dashed past, on its way down the street.
"Hello! there's a fire somewhere!" exclaimed Frank.
"Can we go to it?" cried Richard. He had not yet seen a conflagration
in the city, and was anxious to see how such a thing would be handled.
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