the door, considerably to Dick's surprise.
"What's the matter now?" asked our hero.
"Has he gone?" asked Johnny, his voice betraying anxiety.
"Who gone, I'd like to know?"
"That man in the brown coat."
"What of him. You aint scared of him, are you?"
"Yes, he got me a place once."
"Ever so far off."
"What if he did?"
"I ran away."
"Didn't you like it?"
"No, I had to get up too early. It was on a farm, and I had to get up at five to take care of the cows. I like New York best."
"Didn't they give you enough to eat?"
"Oh, yes, plenty."
"And you had a good bed?"
"Then you'd better have stayed. You don't get either of them here. Where'd you sleep last night?"
"Up an alley in an old wagon."
"You had a better bed than that in the country, didn't you?"
"Yes, it was as soft as--as cotton."
Johnny had once slept on a bale of cotton, the recollection supplying
Lots of "street" action, very tame by today's standards, but a wonderful snapshot of what life must have been like at the time. Maybe a little preachy but I was willing to put up with it. This book was written with "young boys" as the target audience, and I'm sure if they understood New York City in the 1860's, it would be enjoyed. I loved it - my first Horatio Alger book.
A Book About A Ragged Street Boy In NewYork . For jr.& Adults Alike! Three Cheers For The Author