aps before you make up your
mind it would be well if you looked over the different kinds. How
would you like to visit Greenwich Village with me where all the
artists live?"

"Oh Goody-Gumpkins!" cried Rollo, for which his mother gently reproved
him.

"I should love it," said he. "You are so kind, and I am so glad you
are a broker, Uncle George, for you always seem to have plenty of
time."

"Nothing but," said Uncle George. "But come, if we are going, let us
be off at once."

"Hurrah," cried Rollo. "Good-bye, Mother!" and seizing his cap and
thrusting his clam-shell into his pocket, he ran to join his uncle in
the doorway.

"How do we go? Is it far?" he questioned when they had reached the
street.

"We may as well take the stage," said his uncle. "It goes directly to
the Village."

Rollo's uncle raised his hand and the stage stopped politely.

"Thank you," said Rollo as they climbed to the top. Soon the conductor
came to them and held out a little machine, which seemed to nibble
Rollo's fingers when he pushed the two dimes which his uncle had given
him into the slot.

"He cannot hoodwink me," said Rollo after the conductor had gone away.
"I saw the money drop through into his hand."

"You are a bright lad," said his uncle, which made Rollo very happy.
As they rode along Uncle George pointed out to him the eager faces of
the thousands of Lithuanians, Greeks, and Polaks who make New York
the greatest of American cities. Soon the stage rolled through a
majestic stone archway.

[Illustration: SKETCHES BY HOGARTH, JR.
"How would you like to visit Greenwich Village?"]

"We are now entering the Village," said Uncle George.

"Well, I will say it has a handsome front door," said Rollo, "but did
you say 'Village,' Uncle George? It appears to me mightily like a part
of the city."

"So it would seem," said his uncle, "but appearances are deceitful.
However, you will soon see that it is very different from the rest of
the city. We are first to visit a friend of mine, a Mr. Pryzik, the
great American sculptor. You know what a sculptor is, Rollo?"

"Yes, indeed, sir," said Rollo. "We have a beautiful group at home
done by Mr. Rogers. It is called 'Reading the Will.' The expression of
anxiety on the part of the relatives is most noteworthy."

"It is a noble subject," said his Uncle.

"But did you say Mr. Pryzik was an American?" asked Rollo.

"Practically," replied his uncle. "He was born in Prague, but he ha