After all, it was rather pleasant to associate with sophistication.
"We'll git on the outside of a little dinner," said Ricks; "and I'll mosey round in the stores awhile, then I'll take you to a show or two.
It's a mighty good thing for you that you got me along." Sandy thought so too.

He cheerfully stood treat for the rest of the day, and felt that it was small return for Ricks's condescension.
"How much you got left ?" asked Ricks, that night, as they stopped under a street light to take stock.
Sandy held out a couple of dollars and a fifty-cent piece.
"Enough to put on the eyes of two and a half dead men," he said as he curiously eyed the strange money.
"One, two,--two and a half," counted Ricks.
"Shillings ?" asked Sandy, amazed.
Ricks nodded.
"And have I blowed all that to-day ?" "What of it ?" asked Ricks.

"I seen a bloke onct what lit his cigar with a bill like the one you had!" "But the doctor said it was two pounds," insisted Sandy, incredulously.

He did not realize the expense of a personally conducted tour of the Bowery.
"Well, it's went," said Ricks, resignedly.

"You can't count on settin' up biz with what's left." Sandy's brows clouded, and he shifted his position restlessly.