Part 3 (1/2)

The brilliant holiday display in the show windows charmed him, and he spent fully two hours in looking at all that was to be seen.

”Who knows but what I may go to work to-morrow, and then I won't get much chance to look around,” he reasoned to himself.

He was accustomed to work at the poor-house from six in the morning until eight or nine at night, and he did not know but what he would have to do more in such a bustling city as New York.

By ten o'clock Hal found himself tired out. The snow was now six inches deep and was still coming down.

He turned from Broadway through Grand Street and presently found himself well over on the east side.

”Good Beds for 25 Cents per Night.”

This was the announcement on a banner strung over the sidewalk, and after reading it, Hal glanced at the building.

It was rather a dingy affair, but to the youth direct from the Fairham poor-house it appeared quite comfortable. He entered the office, and approached the clerk at the desk.

”I would like a room for to-night,” he said.

”A room or a bed?” asked the clerk.

”I mean a twenty-five cent place.”

”Oh, all right. Pay in advance.”

Hal handed out a quarter. Then he was conducted to a long, narrow apartment on the third floor. There were eight beds in the room, six of which were already occupied.

To a person used to good accommodations this apartment would have almost disgusted him. But quarters at the poor-house had been but little better, and Hal did not complain. He managed to get a bed in one corner, and, as the window was slightly open, he slept very well.

He was up and dressed at six o'clock and out on the street. The snow was now all of a foot deep, and Hal was much interested in the snow-plows on the car tracks.

As he pa.s.sed down the street a snow-ball whizzed past the youth's ear.

Another followed, striking him in the head. He turned, and saw a boy slightly taller than himself standing close at hand and laughing heartily.

Instead of getting angry, Hal laughed in return. Then he picked up some snow, made it into a hard ball, and let fly.

The snow-ball took the other boy in the chest, and in his effort to dodge he went over head first into a drift near the gutter. Hal burst out laughing, and then ran back and helped the stranger up.

”Say, wot did yer do dat fer?” demanded the other boy, as soon as he was once more on his feet.

”t.i.t for tat, you know,” returned Hal. ”I guess you're not hurt, are you?”

The stranger stared at Hal. He had never met with such a kindly answer before.

”Hurt! o' course I ain't hurt,” he returned, slowly.

”You threw at me first, didn't you?”

”Wot if I did?”