stopping."

"Yes, Dick," said Frank, "you and Professor Fosdick must spend the
evening with me. I was intending to visit some place of amusement, but
would much prefer a visit from you."

Dick and Fosdick readily accepted this invitation, and turned in the
direction of the St. Nicholas, which is situated on Broadway, below
Bleecker Street.

"By the way, Dick, where are your Washington coat and Napoleon pants
now?"

"They were stolen from my room," said Dick, "by somebody that wanted to
appear on Broadway dressed in tip-top style, and hadn't got money enough
to pay for a suit."

"Perhaps it was some agent of Barnum who desired to secure the valuable
relics," suggested Frank.

"By gracious!" said Dick, suddenly, "there they are now. It's the first
time I've seen 'em since they was stolen."

He pointed to a boy, of about his own size, who was coming up Broadway.
He was attired in the well-remembered coat and pants; but, alas! time
had not spared them. The solitary remaining coat-tail was torn in many
places; of one sleeve but a fragment remained; grease and dirt nearly
obliterated the original color; and it was a melancholy vestige of what
it had been once. As for the pantaloons, they were a complete wreck.
When Dick had possessed them they were well ventilated; but they were
now ventilated so much more thoroughly that, as Dick said afterwards, "a
feller would be warmer without any."

"That's Micky Maguire," said Dick; "a partic'lar friend of mine, that
had such a great 'fection for me that he stole my clothes to remember me
by."

"Perhaps," said Fosdick, "it was on account of his great respect for
General Washington and the Emperor Napoleon."

"What would the great Washington say if he could see his coat now?" said
Frank.

"When I wore it," said Dick, "I was sorry he was so great, 'cause it
prevented his clothes fitting me."

It may be necessary to explain to those who are unacquainted with Dick's
earlier adventures, that the clothes in which he was originally
introduced were jocosely referred to by him as gifts from the
illustrious personages whose names have been mentioned.

Micky Maguire did not at first recognize Dick. When he did so, he
suddenly shambled down Prince Street, fearful, perhaps, that the stolen
clothes would be reclaimed.

They had now reached the St. Nicholas, and entered. Mr. Whitney led the
way up to his apartment, and then, having a business engagement with a
gentleman below, he