This story concerns some little street Arabs, one of whom, the irrepressible Joe, finds himself literally appropriated by a lost girl three years old, just at night, at the Grand Central depot in New York City. The story tells how he and his comrades manage to keep "the princess" safe while Joe is being sought for. Not until after many remarkable adventures do they understand that the advertisement which has alarmed them means good instead of harm.
did not appear particularly surprised by the information.
"I thought that's 'bout the way it would turn out, when I heard you hired Sim to help you. He's got the business, an' you've got the shake."
"Sim was square with me," Joe replied, stoutly.
"Well, I'm glad you think so, for you're the only one he ever acted square with, an' it wouldn't astonish me a bit to know he'd done you up."
Joe was a boy who would not willingly listen to evil words against one he called a friend, and was about to begin a wordy war in Sim's behalf, when his friend's employer put an end to the conversation by demanding that the clerk "get in and attend to business."
"I won't believe Sim ever did a thing crooked to me," Joe said, recrossing the street and taking up his station where he could have a full view of those who came from the building. "He saved his money while I was losin' mine, an' that's all there is to it. It seems like as if everybody wanted to jump on him 'cause he had sense enough to