The two boys ate in a restaurant near the lodging-house. Dick's appetite was good, and though the food was coarse and not served in very nice style, he ate heartily. "Don't you like pie?" he asked Jimmy, toward the close of the meal. "Betcherlife I do." "Why don't you have some, then?" "Say, if we is goin' t' hire a room, regular, an' pay rent we can't have pie," replied the newsboy, "dat is except when ye makes a lot extra. Pie is too high livin' fer de likes of newsies." "Well, suppose we have some to-day," proposed Dick. "I will stand treat this time." "Dat's good," answered Jimmy gratefully. "I kin eat it all right, but I was goin' slow on de coin." "I guess you will have to teach me how to use money," went on Dick, as the waiter brought two pieces of pie. "I never earned any in my life, that I can remember, though I used to spend considerable. I'll have to learn business ways now." "Oh, youse'll learn fast enough," said Jimmy. "It ain't hard not t' spend cash when ye ain't got it, an' dat, mostly, is de complaint I suffer from. I seen me doctor about it, but he said I'd have t' have a change of climate. I kin see meself gittin' dat. But come on. De extras is out now." Dick followed Jimmy to Newspaper Row, where the latter secured a big bundle of papers from one of the many delivery wagons that were backed up to the curb. Then the newsboy started for his regular stand, getting there just a little ahead of Bulldog. "Dis is de time I fooled yer," said Jimmy in triumph. "Wuxtry! Wuxtry!" he shouted. "Git de latest wuxtry!" Bulldog moved off with a sullen look, glancing at Dick as he did so. "Wonder where Bricks picked up dat kid?" he thought. Meanwhile Dick was watching with interest the manner in which Jimmy disposed of his papers. Business seemed to be good, as there was quite a crowd in the street, and many persons bought the extras. "Can't I help you?" he asked Jimmy, during a lull in the stream of pedestrians. "How d'ye mean?" "Why, sell papers. Can't I take some and go up and down the street? I think I could sell some." "Sure ye might," replied Jimmy, glad of the offer. "Here, take a bunch. But ye got t' holler loud, or de men won't notice ye. Shout out dat dere's a big fire or some terrible accident." "Is there? I didn't see anything in the papers about it." "Course dere ain't, but de men won't know till after dey has paid fer de paper." "But that's saying what isn't so." "Aw, what's de odds? We all does it, an' de men knows we does it, so dey ain't fooled." "I don't like to do that," objected Dick. "I think a better way would be to look over the papers, see what the principal articles are about, and call them out." "Aw, dat way wouldn't be no good. What de public wants is t' read about a big fire or a murder or a suicide. Dat's what I allers yells out. Anyhow, I can't tell what's in de papes." "You can't? Why not?" "'Cause I can't read."