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 			<p>“Yes, sir. What name?”</p>
 			<p>“Greyson⁠—office on second floor.”</p>
 			<p>“All right, sir; I’ll bring it.”</p>
-			<p>“I wonder whether the little scamp will prove honest,” said <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Greyson to himself, as he walked away. “If he does, I’ll give him my custom regularly. If he don’t, as is most likely, I shan’t mind the loss of fifteen cents.”</p>
-			<p><abbr>Mr.</abbr> Greyson didn’t understand Dick. Our ragged hero wasn’t a model boy in all respects. I am afraid he swore sometimes, and now and then he played tricks upon unsophisticated boys from the country, or gave a wrong direction to honest old gentlemen unused to the city. A clergyman in search of the Cooper Institute he once directed to the Tombs Prison, and, following him unobserved, was highly delighted when the unsuspicious stranger walked up the front steps of the great stone building on Centre Street, and tried to obtain admission.</p>
+			<p>“I wonder whether the little scamp will prove honest,” said <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Greyson to himself, as he walked away. “If he does, I’ll give him my custom regularly. If he don’t, as is most likely, I shan’t mind the loss of fifteen cents.”</p>
+			<p><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Greyson didn’t understand Dick. Our ragged hero wasn’t a model boy in all respects. I am afraid he swore sometimes, and now and then he played tricks upon unsophisticated boys from the country, or gave a wrong direction to honest old gentlemen unused to the city. A clergyman in search of the Cooper Institute he once directed to the Tombs Prison, and, following him unobserved, was highly delighted when the unsuspicious stranger walked up the front steps of the great stone building on Centre Street, and tried to obtain admission.</p>
 			<p>“I guess he wouldn’t want to stay long if he did get in,” thought Ragged Dick, hitching up his pants. “Leastways I shouldn’t. They’re so precious glad to see you that they won’t let you go, but board you gratooitous, and never send in no bills.”</p>
 			<p>Another of Dick’s faults was his extravagance. Being always wide-awake and ready for business, he earned enough to have supported him comfortably and respectably. There were not a few young clerks who employed Dick from time to time in his professional capacity, who scarcely earned as much as he, greatly as their style and dress exceeded his. But Dick was careless of his earnings. Where they went he could hardly have told himself. However much he managed to earn during the day, all was generally spent before morning. He was fond of going to the Old Bowery Theatre, and to Tony Pastor’s, and if he had any money left afterwards, he would invite some of his friends in somewhere to have an oyster-stew; so it seldom happened that he commenced the day with a penny.</p>
 			<p>Then I am sorry to add that Dick had formed the habit of smoking. This cost him considerable, for Dick was rather fastidious about his cigars, and wouldn’t smoke the cheapest. Besides, having a liberal nature, he was generally ready to treat his companions. But of course the expense was the smallest objection. No boy of fourteen can smoke without being affected injuriously. Men are frequently injured by smoking, and boys always. But large numbers of the newsboys and bootblacks form the habit. Exposed to the cold and wet they find that it warms them up, and the self-indulgence grows upon them. It is not uncommon to see a little boy, too young to be out of his mother’s sight, smoking with all the apparent satisfaction of a veteran smoker.</p>

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 			<p>“You’re mistaken,” said the man, and was about to move off.</p>
 			<p>“Stop a minute,” said Dick. “Don’t you keep your money in the Washington Bank?”</p>
 			<p>“I don’t know any such bank. I’m in a hurry, young man, and I can’t stop to answer any foolish questions.”</p>
-			<p>The boat had by this time reached the Brooklyn pier, and <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Ephraim Smith seemed in a hurry to land.</p>
+			<p>The boat had by this time reached the Brooklyn pier, and <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Ephraim Smith seemed in a hurry to land.</p>
 			<p>“Look here,” said Dick, significantly; “you’d better not go on shore unless you want to jump into the arms of a policeman.”</p>
 			<p>“What do you mean?” asked the man, startled.</p>
 			<p>“That little affair of yours is known to the police,” said Dick; “about how you got fifty dollars out of a greenhorn on a false check, and it mayn’t be safe for you to go ashore.”</p>
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 			<p>Dick followed his young patron up the steps. Frank went to the reading-room, where, as he had thought probable, he found his uncle already arrived, and reading a copy of <i epub:type="se:name.publication.newspaper">The Evening Post</i>, which he had just purchased outside.</p>
 			<p>“Well, boys,” he said, looking up, “have you had a pleasant jaunt?”</p>
 			<p>“Yes, sir,” said Frank. “Dick’s a capital guide.”</p>
-			<p>“So this is Dick,” said <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Whitney, surveying him with a smile. “Upon my word, I should hardly have known him. I must congratulate him on his improved appearance.”</p>
+			<p>“So this is Dick,” said <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Whitney, surveying him with a smile. “Upon my word, I should hardly have known him. I must congratulate him on his improved appearance.”</p>
 			<p>“Frank’s been very kind to me,” said Dick, who, rough street-boy as he was, had a heart easily touched by kindness, of which he had never experienced much. “He’s a tip-top fellow.”</p>
-			<p>“I believe he is a good boy,” said <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Whitney. “I hope, my lad, you will prosper and rise in the world. You know in this free country poverty in early life is no bar to a man’s advancement. I haven’t risen very high myself,” he added, with a smile, “but have met with moderate success in life; yet there was a time when I was as poor as you.”</p>
+			<p>“I believe he is a good boy,” said <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Whitney. “I hope, my lad, you will prosper and rise in the world. You know in this free country poverty in early life is no bar to a man’s advancement. I haven’t risen very high myself,” he added, with a smile, “but have met with moderate success in life; yet there was a time when I was as poor as you.”</p>
 			<p>“Were you, sir,” asked Dick, eagerly.</p>
 			<p>“Yes, my boy, I have known the time I have been obliged to go without my dinner because I didn’t have enough money to pay for it.”</p>
 			<p>“How did you get up in the world,” asked Dick, anxiously.</p>
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 			<p>“I will,” said Dick, resolutely. “I ain’t always goin’ to black boots for a livin’.”</p>
 			<p>“All labor is respectable, my lad, and you have no cause to be ashamed of any honest business; yet when you can get something to do that promises better for your future prospects, I advise you to do so. Till then earn your living in the way you are accustomed to, avoid extravagance, and save up a little money if you can.”</p>
 			<p>“Thank you for your advice,” said our hero. “There ain’t many that takes an interest in Ragged Dick.”</p>
-			<p>“So that’s your name,” said <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Whitney. “If I judge you rightly, it won’t be long before you change it. Save your money, my lad, buy books, and determine to be somebody, and you may yet fill an honorable position.”</p>
+			<p>“So that’s your name,” said <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Whitney. “If I judge you rightly, it won’t be long before you change it. Save your money, my lad, buy books, and determine to be somebody, and you may yet fill an honorable position.”</p>
 			<p>“I’ll try,” said Dick. “Good night, sir.”</p>
 			<p>“Wait a minute, Dick,” said Frank. “Your blacking-box and old clothes are upstairs. You may want them.”</p>
 			<p>“In course,” said Dick. “I couldn’t get along without my best clothes, and my stock in trade.”</p>
-			<p>“You may go up to the room with him, Frank,” said <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Whitney. “The clerk will give you the key. I want to see you, Dick, before you go.”</p>
+			<p>“You may go up to the room with him, Frank,” said <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Whitney. “The clerk will give you the key. I want to see you, Dick, before you go.”</p>
 			<p>“Yes, sir,” said Dick.</p>
 			<p>“Where are you going to sleep tonight, Dick?” asked Frank, as they went upstairs together.</p>
 			<p>“P’r’aps at the Fifth Avenue Hotel⁠—on the outside,” said Dick.</p>
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 			<p>“I hope you will make a much better boy, Dick. Now we’ll go in to my uncle. He wishes to see you before you go.”</p>
 			<p>They went into the reading-room. Dick had wrapped up his blacking-brush in a newspaper with which Frank had supplied him, feeling that a guest of the Astor House should hardly be seen coming out of the hotel displaying such a professional sign.</p>
 			<p>“Uncle, Dick’s ready to go,” said Frank.</p>
-			<p>“Goodbye, my lad,” said <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Whitney. “I hope to hear good accounts of you sometime. Don’t forget what I have told you. Remember that your future position depends mainly upon yourself, and that it will be high or low as you choose to make it.”</p>
+			<p>“Goodbye, my lad,” said <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Whitney. “I hope to hear good accounts of you sometime. Don’t forget what I have told you. Remember that your future position depends mainly upon yourself, and that it will be high or low as you choose to make it.”</p>
 			<p>He held out his hand, in which was a five-dollar bill. Dick shrunk back.</p>
 			<p>“I don’t like to take it,” he said. “I haven’t earned it.”</p>
-			<p>“Perhaps not,” said <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Whitney; “but I give it to you because I remember my own friendless youth. I hope it may be of service to you. Sometime when you are a prosperous man, you can repay it in the form of aid to some poor boy, who is struggling upward as you are now.”</p>
+			<p>“Perhaps not,” said <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Whitney; “but I give it to you because I remember my own friendless youth. I hope it may be of service to you. Sometime when you are a prosperous man, you can repay it in the form of aid to some poor boy, who is struggling upward as you are now.”</p>
 			<p>“I will, sir,” said Dick, manfully.</p>
 			<p>He no longer refused the money, but took it gratefully, and, bidding Frank and his uncle goodbye, went out into the street. A feeling of loneliness came over him as he left the presence of Frank, for whom he had formed a strong attachment in the few hours he had known him.</p>
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 			<p>“I should spile ’em,” he thought, “and that wouldn’t pay.”</p>
 			<p>So he determined to hunt up a room which he could occupy regularly, and consider as his own, where he could sleep nights, instead of depending on boxes and old wagons for a chance shelter. This would be the first step towards respectability, and Dick determined to take it.</p>
 			<p>He accordingly passed through the City Hall Park, and walked leisurely up Centre Street.</p>
-			<p>He decided that it would hardly be advisable for him to seek lodgings in Fifth Avenue, although his present cash capital consisted of nearly five dollars in money, besides the valuable papers contained in his wallet. Besides, he had reason to doubt whether any in his line of business lived on that aristocratic street. He took his way to Mott Street, which is considerably less pretentious, and halted in front of a shabby brick lodging-house kept by a <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Mooney, with whose son Tom, Dick was acquainted.</p>
+			<p>He decided that it would hardly be advisable for him to seek lodgings in Fifth Avenue, although his present cash capital consisted of nearly five dollars in money, besides the valuable papers contained in his wallet. Besides, he had reason to doubt whether any in his line of business lived on that aristocratic street. He took his way to Mott Street, which is considerably less pretentious, and halted in front of a shabby brick lodging-house kept by a <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Mooney, with whose son Tom, Dick was acquainted.</p>
 			<p>Dick rang the bell, which sent back a shrill metallic response.</p>
 			<p>The door was opened by a slatternly servant, who looked at him inquiringly, and not without curiosity. It must be remembered that Dick was well dressed, and that nothing in his appearance bespoke his occupation. Being naturally a good-looking boy, he might readily be mistaken for a gentleman’s son.</p>
 			<p>“Well, Queen Victoria,” said Dick, “is your missus at home?”</p>
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 			<p>“I’d like to see it,” said Dick.</p>
 			<p>“I don’t know as it would be good enough for you,” said the woman, with a glance at Dick’s clothes.</p>
 			<p>“I ain’t very partic’lar about accommodations,” said our hero. “I guess I’ll look at it.”</p>
-			<p>Dick followed the landlady up two narrow staircases, uncarpeted and dirty, to the third landing, where he was ushered into a room about ten feet square. It could not be considered a very desirable apartment. It had once been covered with an oilcloth carpet, but this was now very ragged, and looked worse than none. There was a single bed in the corner, covered with an indiscriminate heap of bed-clothing, rumpled and not over-clean. There was a bureau, with the veneering scratched and in some parts stripped off, and a small glass, eight inches by ten, cracked across the middle; also two chairs in rather a disjointed condition. Judging from Dick’s appearance, <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Mooney thought he would turn from it in disdain.</p>
+			<p>Dick followed the landlady up two narrow staircases, uncarpeted and dirty, to the third landing, where he was ushered into a room about ten feet square. It could not be considered a very desirable apartment. It had once been covered with an oilcloth carpet, but this was now very ragged, and looked worse than none. There was a single bed in the corner, covered with an indiscriminate heap of bed-clothing, rumpled and not over-clean. There was a bureau, with the veneering scratched and in some parts stripped off, and a small glass, eight inches by ten, cracked across the middle; also two chairs in rather a disjointed condition. Judging from Dick’s appearance, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Mooney thought he would turn from it in disdain.</p>
 			<p>But it must be remembered that Dick’s past experience had not been of a character to make him fastidious. In comparison with a box, or an empty wagon, even this little room seemed comfortable. He decided to hire it if the rent proved reasonable.</p>
 			<p>“Well, what’s the tax?” asked Dick.</p>
-			<p>“I ought to have a dollar a week,” said <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Mooney, hesitatingly.</p>
+			<p>“I ought to have a dollar a week,” said <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Mooney, hesitatingly.</p>
 			<p>“Say seventy-five cents, and I’ll take it,” said Dick.</p>
 			<p>“Every week in advance?”</p>
 			<p>“Yes.”</p>
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 			<p>“All right!” said Dick.</p>
 			<p>“Can you pay me the first week in advance?” asked the landlady, cautiously.</p>
 			<p>Dick responded by drawing seventy-five cents from his pocket, and placing it in her hand.</p>
-			<p>“What’s your business, sir, if I may inquire?” said <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Mooney.</p>
+			<p>“What’s your business, sir, if I may inquire?” said <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Mooney.</p>
 			<p>“Oh, I’m professional!” said Dick.</p>
 			<p>“Indeed!” said the landlady, who did not feel much enlightened by this answer.</p>
 			<p>“How’s Tom?” asked Dick.</p>
-			<p>“Do you know my Tom?” said <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Mooney in surprise. “He’s gone to sea⁠—to Californy. He went last week.”</p>
+			<p>“Do you know my Tom?” said <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Mooney in surprise. “He’s gone to sea⁠—to Californy. He went last week.”</p>
 			<p>“Did he?” said Dick. “Yes, I knew him.”</p>
-			<p><abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Mooney looked upon her new lodger with increased favor, on finding that he was acquainted with her son, who, by the way, was one of the worst young scamps in Mott Street, which is saying considerable.</p>
+			<p><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Mooney looked upon her new lodger with increased favor, on finding that he was acquainted with her son, who, by the way, was one of the worst young scamps in Mott Street, which is saying considerable.</p>
 			<p>“I’ll bring over my baggage from the Astor House this evening,” said Dick in a tone of importance.</p>
-			<p>“From the Astor House!” repeated <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Mooney, in fresh amazement.</p>
+			<p>“From the Astor House!” repeated <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Mooney, in fresh amazement.</p>
 			<p>“Yes, I’ve been stoppin’ there a short time with some friends,” said Dick.</p>
-			<p><abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Mooney might be excused for a little amazement at finding that a guest from the Astor House was about to become one of her lodgers⁠—such transfers not being common.</p>
+			<p><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Mooney might be excused for a little amazement at finding that a guest from the Astor House was about to become one of her lodgers⁠—such transfers not being common.</p>
 			<p>“Did you say you was purfessional?” she asked.</p>
 			<p>“Yes, ma’am,” said Dick, politely.</p>
-			<p>“You ain’t a⁠—a⁠—” <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Mooney paused, uncertain what conjecture to hazard.</p>
-			<p>“Oh, no, nothing of the sort,” said Dick, promptly. “How could you think so, <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Mooney?”</p>
+			<p>“You ain’t a⁠—a⁠—” <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Mooney paused, uncertain what conjecture to hazard.</p>
+			<p>“Oh, no, nothing of the sort,” said Dick, promptly. “How could you think so, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Mooney?”</p>
 			<p>“No offence, sir,” said the landlady, more perplexed than ever.</p>
-			<p>“Certainly not,” said our hero. “But you must excuse me now, <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Mooney, as I have business of great importance to attend to.”</p>
+			<p>“Certainly not,” said our hero. “But you must excuse me now, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Mooney, as I have business of great importance to attend to.”</p>
 			<p>“You’ll come round this evening?”</p>
 			<p>Dick answered in the affirmative, and turned away.</p>
 			<p>“I wonder what he is!” thought the landlady, following him with her eyes as he crossed the street. “He’s got good clothes on, but he don’t seem very particular about his room. Well; I’ve got all my rooms full now. That’s one comfort.”</p>