allow it."

"So you're a good boy. Well, I wish you a pleasant evening," and Clifton
sauntered out to find some other companion.

"He wouldn't believe I'd been a boot-black," said Dick, "even after I
told him. I knew he wouldn't, or I wouldn't have said so. Is my hair
parted straight?"

"Yes, it's all right."

"How's my cravat?"

"It'll do. You're getting to be quite a dandy, Dick."

"I want to look respectable; got it right that time. When I visit Turkey
I want to look as the turkeys do. Won't you go with me,--as far as the
door, I mean?"

"Yes, if you're going to walk."

"I'd rather. I feel kind of nervous, and perhaps I'll walk it off."

The two boys got their caps, and walked up Broadway on the west side.
The lights were already lit, and the shop windows made a brilliant
display. At intervals places of amusement opened wide their hospitable
portals, and large placards presented tempting invitations to enter.

They reached Union Square, and, traversing it, again walked up Broadway
to Madison Park. At the upper end of this park commences the beautiful
avenue which bears the same name. Only about half a dozen blocks now
required to be passed, when the boys found themselves opposite a
residence with a very imposing front.

"This is the place," said Dick. "I wish you were going in with me."

"I hope you will have a pleasant time, Dick. Good-by till I see you
again."

Dick felt a little nervous, but he summoned up all his courage, and,
ascending the broad marble steps, rang the bell.

CHAPTER V.

DICK RECEIVES TWO VALUABLE PRESENTS.

At the end of the last chapter we left Dick standing on the steps of Mr.
Rockwell's residence in Madison Avenue. He had rung the bell and was
waiting to have his summons answered. To say that Dick expected to enjoy
his visit would not be strictly true. He knew very well that his street
education had not qualified him to appear to advantage in fashionable
society, and he wished that Fosdick were with him to lend him
countenance.

While under the influence of these feelings the door was thrown open,
and a servant looked at him inquiringly.

"Is Mr. Rockwell at home?" asked Dick.

"Yes. Would you like to see him?"

"He asked me to call this evening."

"What! Are you the boy that saved Master Johnny from drowning?" asked
the servant, her face brightening up, for Johnny was a great favorite in
the house.

"I jumped into the water after him," said Dick, modest