The three boys finally found an old wagon, in which all three huddled up together, by this means keeping warmer than they otherwise could. Being turned out of their beds into the street might have been considered a hardship by boys differently reared, but it was not enough to disturb the philosophy of our young vagrants. CHAPTER XXIV. BEN TRANSFORMED. Ben worked away steadily at his double occupation, saving money as well as he could; but he met with no more profitable adventures. His earnings were gradual. Some weeks he laid by as much as a dollar and a half, or even two dollars, but other weeks he barely reached a dollar. So the end of March came before he was able to carry out the object which he had in view. One morning about this time Ben carefully counted up his deposits, and found they amounted to fifty dollars and thirty-seven cents. It was a joyful moment, which he had long looked forward to. He had been tempted to rest satisfied with forty when he had reached that sum, but he resisted the temptation. "I aint goin' to do things by halves," he said to himself. "I can't do it for less'n fifty dollars. I must wait awhile." But the moment had arrived when he could accomplish his purpose. As Ben looked down at his ragged attire, which was in a considerably worse condition then when he was first presented to the reader, he felt that it was high time he got a new suit. The first thing to be done was to get his money. He made his way to the savings-bank, and presented himself at the counter. "I want all of my money," he said. "I hope you're not going to spend it all," said the bank officer, who by this time had come to feel acquainted with Ben, from his frequent calls to make deposits. "I'm goin' to buy some new clothes," said Ben. "Don't I look as if I needed some?" "Yes, you are rather out at elbows, I must admit. But new clothes won't cost all the money you have in the bank." "I'm goin' home to my friends," said Ben, "after I've got dressed decently." "That's a good resolution, my boy; I hope you'll stick to it." "It's what I've been workin' for, for a long time," said Ben. He filled out the order for the money, and it was delivered to him. The next thing was to buy a new suit of clothes. Usually Ben had procured his outfit in Chatham Street, but he soared higher now. He made his way to a large ready-made clothing warehouse on Broadway, and entered. The main apartment was spacious, the counters were heaped with articles of dress, and numerous clerks were ready to wait upon customers. "Well, what's wanted?" asked one, glancing superciliously at the ragged boy entering. "Have you got any clothes that will fit me?" asked Ben. "I guess you've lost your way, Johnny, haven't you?" "What makes you think so?" asked Ben. "This isn't Chatham Street." "Thank you for the information," said Ben. "I thought it was when I saw you here." There was a laugh, at the clerk's expense, among those who heard the retort.