"Wake up there, youngster," said a rough voice.Ragged Dick opened his eyes slowly, and stared stupidly in the face of the speaker, but did not offer to get up."Wake up, you young vagabond!" said the man a little impatiently;"I suppose you'd lay there all day, if I hadn't called you.""What time is it?" asked Dick."Seven o'clock.""Seven o'clock! I oughter've been up an hour ago. I know what 'twas made me so precious sleepy. I went to the Old Bowery last night, and didn't turn in till past twelve.""You went to the Old Bowery? Where'd you get your money?" asked the man, who was a porter in the employ of a firm doing business on Spruce Street. "Made it by shines, in course. My guardian don't allow me no money for theatres, so I have to earn it.""Some boys get it easier than that," said the porter significantly."You don't catch me stealin', if that's what you mean," said Dick."Don't you ever steal, then?""No, and I wouldn't. Lots of boys does it, but I wouldn't.""Well, I'm glad to hear you say that. I believe there's some good in you, Dick, after all.""Oh, I'm a rough customer!" said Dick. "But I wouldn't steal. It's mean."