"I've no objections. I never saw one. What are they like?" "Never saw one! Crimps! If I didn't see a show once in a while I'd feel like a dead one!" "That is, I suppose I never saw one," went on Dick, with a puzzled look. "Of course I can't remember what happened before--before I got to the box," he added with a smile. "Well, we'll take in a movin'-picture show, an' mebby youse kin remember if youse ever saw one before." "All right," agreed Dick, and they started out together. The Bowery was ablaze with lights and there was quite a crowd in the street. It was the first night Dick had been out since his illness, and, before that, he could not remember having seen New York lighted up. He was much interested in everything he saw. "Wait a minute," exclaimed Jimmy, as they passed a tobacco store. "I've got t' git some cigarettes. I'm all out." He hurried inside, and came out smoking one, putting the remainder of the box in his pocket. "I don't see why youse don't take a smoke," he said to Dick. "I suppose because I never learned how. Do you like it?" "Do I? Say, it's all to de merry. Better have one." "No, thank you. I don't think it's a good thing for boys to smoke." "Why not?" "I've read somewhere that it makes them stunted. And it isn't good for their brains." "Huh! It ain't hurt me none." "How long have you been smoking?" "Ever since I was twelve, an' I'm goin' on sixteen now. I keep right on growin'. Course I ain't sayin' much of me brain, but den I guess I never had much." "I think you are very bright and quick," said Dick with earnestness. "If you want to get on in the world I wouldn't think smoking would be good for you." "Aw, all de kids does it. An' look at de men. Why, I seen a millionaire once an' he was smokin' a big black cigar." "Perhaps; but I don't believe he smoked when he was a boy." "Aw, sure he did. Smokin's fun." "I wish you'd give it up," went on Dick. "It must cost you something." "Oh, not much. Only a nickel a day. Crimps! I knows some fellers dat smokes three packs a day." "That is too many, even for a man, I would think. But if you only spent five cents a day, that's thirty-five cents a week." "All dat?" inquired Jimmy. "I never s'posed it was so high. Maybe I'm spendin' too much." "Thirty-five cents is nearly a quarter of the amount we pay a week for our room," went on Dick. "Well, I'll cut down some," promised Jimmy, "but I ain't goin' t' stop altogedder." Dick wisely forebore to pursue the matter any further. By this time they were at the place where the moving pictures were shown, and Dick, who had most of the money, though Jimmy kept some, bought two tickets. "Dere's a friend of mine. I want t' speak t' him," said Jimmy as they entered the place, for the performance had not yet begun after the last intermission. The newsboy saw Sam Schmidt in the next aisle. "Say, Dutchy," he asked in a whisper, "did youse see anyt'ing about dat reward fer me friend yet?"