I can get
it soon if I do not have to pay money to the padrone."
As may be inferred, Phil did not expect to return home in style.
A first-class ticket on a Cunarder was far above his
expectations. He would be content to go by steerage all the way,
and that could probably be done for the sum he named. So his
sadness was but brief, and be soon became hopeful again.
He was aroused from his thoughts of home by a hand laid
familiarly on his shoulder. Turning, he saw a bootblack, whose
adventures have been chronicled in the volume called "Ragged
Dick." They had become acquainted some three months before, Dick
having acted as a protector to Phil against some rough boys of
his own class.
"Been buyin' stocks?" asked Dick.
"I don't know what they are," said Phil, innocently.
"You're a green one," said Dick. "I shall have to take you into
my bankin' house and give you some training in business."
"Have you got a bankin' house?" asked Phil, in surprise.
"In course I have. Don't you see it?" pointing to an
imposing-looking structure in front of which they were just
passing. "My clerks is all hard to work in there, while I go out
to take the air for the benefit of my constitushun.
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