"Dear! dear! dear! what changes! And what became of the poor tenants?" asked Old Hurricane, gazing in dismay at the inroads of improvement. "The tenants? poor wretches! how do I know? Carted away, blown away, thrown away, with the other rubbish. What became of the tenants? "'Ask of the winds that far around With fragments strewed the sea-ty!' I heard that spouted at a school exhibition once, governor!" said the lad, demurely. "Humph! well, well well! the trace is lost! What shall I do?--put advertisements in all the daily papers--apply at the chief police office? Yes, I'll do both," muttered Old Hurricane to himself; then, speaking out, he called: "Boy!" "Yes, sir?" "Call me a cab!" "Yes, sir!" And the lad was off like an arrow to do his bidding. In a few moments the cab drove up. The newsboy, who was sitting beside the driver, jumped down and said: "Here it is, sir!" "Thank you, my son; here is your fee," said Old Hurricane, putting a silver dollar into the lad's hand. "What! Lor', it can't be I but it is! He must have made a mistake! What if he did, I don't care! Yes, I do, too! 'Honor bright!'" exclaimed the newsboy, looking in wonder and desire and sore temptation upon the largest piece of money he had ever touched in his life. "Governor!" "Well, boy?" said the old gentleman, with his feet upon the steps of the cab. "You've been and done and gone and give me a whole dollar by mistake!" "And why should you think it a mistake, you impertinent monkey?" "Your honor didn't mean it?" "Why not, you young rascal? Of course I did. Take it and be off with you!" said Old Hurricane, beginning to ascend the steps. "I'm a great mind to," said the newsboy, still gazing on the coin with satisfaction and desire--"I'm a great mind to; but I won't! 'tain't fair! Governor, I say!" "What now, you troublesome fellow?" "Do stop a minute! Don't tempt me too hard, 'cause, you see, I ain't sure I could keep honest if I was tempted too hard." "What do you mean now, you ridiculous little ape?" "I mean I know you're from the country, and don't know no better, and I mus'n't impose upon your ignorance." "My ignorance, you impudent villain!" exclaimed the old man, with rising wrath. "Yes, governor; you hain't cut your eye-teeth yet! you hain't up to snuff! you don't know nothing! Why, this is too much for toting a carpet-bag a half a dozen squares; and it's very well you fell in with a honest lad like me, that wouldn't impose on your innocence. Bless you, the usual price isn't more'n a dime, or, if you're rich and generous, a shillin'; but----" "What the deuce do I care for the usual price, you--you--you perfect prodigy of patches? There, for the Lord's sake, go get yourself a decent suit of clothes! Drive on, cabman!" roared Old Hurricane, flinging an eagle upon the sidewalk and rolling off in his cab.