have to
learn business ways now."

"Oh, youse'll learn fast enough," said Jimmy. "It ain't hard not t'
spend cash when ye ain't got it, an' dat, mostly, is de complaint I
suffer from. I seen me doctor about it, but he said I'd have t' have a
change of climate. I kin see meself gittin' dat. But come on. De
extras is out now."

Dick followed Jimmy to Newspaper Row, where the latter secured a big
bundle of papers from one of the many delivery wagons that were backed
up to the curb. Then the newsboy started for his regular stand,
getting there just a little ahead of Bulldog.

"Dis is de time I fooled yer," said Jimmy in triumph. "Wuxtry!
Wuxtry!" he shouted. "Git de latest wuxtry!"

Bulldog moved off with a sullen look, glancing at Dick as he did so.

"Wonder where Bricks picked up dat kid?" he thought.

Meanwhile Dick was watching with interest the manner in which Jimmy
disposed of his papers. Business seemed to be good, as there was quite
a crowd in the street, and many persons bought the extras.

"Can't I help you?" he asked Jimmy, during a lull in the stream of
pedestrians.

"How d'ye mean?"

"Why, sell papers. Can't I take some and go up and down the street? I
think I could sell some."

"Sure ye might," replied Jimmy, glad of the offer. "Here, take a
bunch. But ye got t' holler loud, or de men won't notice ye. Shout
out dat dere's a big fire or some terrible accident."

"Is there? I didn't see anything in the papers about it."

"Course dere ain't, but de men won't know till after dey has paid fer
de paper."

"But that's saying what isn't so."

"Aw, what's de odds? We all does it, an' de men knows we does it, so
dey ain't fooled."

"I don't like to do that," objected Dick. "I think a better way would
be to look over the papers, see what the principal articles are about,
and call them out."

"Aw, dat way wouldn't be no good. What de public wants is t' read
about a big fire or a murder or a suicide. Dat's what I allers yells
out. Anyhow, I can't tell what's in de papes."

"You can't? Why not?"

"'Cause I can't read."

Dick did not pursue his inquiries any further, as he did not want to
hurt Jimmy's feelings.

"Well," he said, "give me some papers and I'll do my best to sell them.
But," he added, with a smile, "I'm not going to say there's a murder if
there isn't."

"Den youse'll not sell any papes."

Dick took an armful of the journals and started down Broadway. He kne