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Updated: June 12, 2025
An old woman came to do his household work; but his respect for women was so great that he would not let her black his boots, and he subscribed to a boot-black for that service. His dress was simple, and invariably the same. He wore a coat and trousers of dark-blue cloth, a waistcoat of some printed cotton fabric, a white cravat, high shoes, and on gala days he put on a coat with brass buttons.
"Is it gratooitous, or do you expect to be paid for it?" "You're an impudent fellow." "That's a very cheerin' reflection," said Dick, good-naturedly. "Do you expect to get this place when there's gentlemen's sons applying for it? A boot-black in a store! That would be a good joke."
The thought that he, so recently plying the trade of a boot-black in the public streets, could rise in six months to the responsible post of a book-keeper in a large wholesale house, seemed almost incredible. "I should like nothing better," he said, his eyes sparkling with delight, "if you really think I could discharge the duties satisfactorily." "I think you could.
"When I first came here, every one of them had a fool idea I'd want to pretend I'd never set eyes on a newsboy or a boot-black, and that I couldn't find my way in New York when I got off Fifth Avenue. I used to see them thinking they'd got to look as if they believed it, if they wanted to keep next.
"Hear him talk!" said Roswell Crawford, with an unpleasant sneer. "If you are not trying to get the place, what are you here for?" "I came with a friend of mine," said Dick, indicating Fosdick, "who's goin' in for the situation." "Is he a boot-black, too?" demanded Roswell, superciliously. "He!" retorted Dick, loftily.
"No," said Dick; "I'll give him some new ones, but mine I want to keep, to remind me of the hard times I've had, when I was an ignorant boot-black, and never expected to be anything better." "When, in short, you were 'Ragged Dick. You must drop that name, and think of yourself now as" "Richard Hunter, Esq.," said our hero, smiling.
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"What would your folks say if they knowed you asked a boot-black to visit you?" "You are none the worse for being a boot-black, Dick." "I aint used to genteel society," said Dick. "I shouldn't know how to behave." "Then I could show you. You won't be a boot-black all your life, you know." "No," said Dick; "I'm goin' to knock off when I get to be ninety."
Gilbert took from his pocket ten cents and handed him. "That's for the shine," he said; "and here's something for the other matter." So saying, he placed in the hand of the boot-black a bank-note. Micky glanced at it, and his countenance changed ominously, when he perceived the denomination. It was a one-dollar bill! "It's one dollar," he said. "Isn't that enough?"
"That doesn't take up a great deal of your time," he remarked. "But you're getting on, aren't you?" "I think of going in for the boot-black business," he said. "I believe I could make a reputation there." "Don't you go losing 'eart," advised Mr. Trew. "I shouldn't be in the position I occupy now if I hadn't made up my mind, from the start, not to get low-spirited.
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