llin'. Most generally I eats beans.
Dey's cheap, too."

"I don't think I care for any this morning."

"All right; I'll tell me cook t' prepare youse somethin' light," and
Jimmy, with a bright smile at his joke, left the room, having made a
hasty toilet, washing at the basin in the room.

He soon returned with an orange cut up, some toast, and a cup of
coffee, which he had bought in a near-by restaurant, where he had his
own meal. Dick said the things tasted good, and he certainly looked
better after the meal.

"Will youse be all right if I goes out t' business?" asked Jimmy, when
Dick had finished. "Me private secretary is sick t'-day," he added,
"an' I've got t' work meself."

"Don't worry about me," answered Dick. "I can get along well enough.
I am feeling better all the while."

"All right," announced Jimmy. "I'll see ye dis noon."

Once more the plucky little newsboy started out. Business was not so
good that day, and he only made a dollar and fifteen cents, but that
was enough, considering that he had no room rent to pay for the
present, and meals, such as he ate, were cheap.

"I wish I'd meet dat feller--let's see--what was his name?" he mused.
"Crabtree?--no, dat wasn't it--Cross-patch?--no, dat ain't it
needer--Crabapple?--no--Crosscrab?--dat's it. I wish I'd see him.
Maybe he'd want some more information, an' he'd pay fer it."

But, though he kept a lookout for the young countryman, Jimmy did not
see him as he stood on his favorite corner selling his papers.

He stopped work about six o'clock and went to the lodging-house. He
found Dick able to be up and around the room, but a trifle weak on his
legs. "I think I'll be able to go out to-morrow," replied the boy, in
response to a question from Jimmy as to how he felt.

"Dat's good. De fresh air'll make youse feel better."

Jimmy was puzzled about what to do. He knew Dick must have come from
some well-to-do home, and he suspected that he had either been
kidnapped or, perhaps, had wandered away and been hurt, thus forgetting
where he lived.

"I s'pose I ought t' tell a cop," thought Jimmy to himself that night
after Dick was asleep. "Maybe dere's an alarm been sent out fer him
an' his folks is lookin' fer him. Dat's what I'll do. I'll tell a
cop."

Dick was not quite so strong the next morning as he thought he would
be, but, aside from a little uncertain feeling on his legs, he was all
right. That is, not considering his memory, whi