. Danny again; further adventures of "Danny the detective," . o put a match 122 DICKYS CHANCE to the kitchen fire, which he had laid himselfat 6 as a surprise for her. She had saidhe was a naughty little boy; he was playingin her kitchen and trying to set the houseafire! And then the time mother was socross because he had blacking on his handsand a smudge on his nose. And when he hadexplained that he had been making his bootslovely and black and shiny, like coal—andCooks as well—she had been still more angry,and said he must not be so mischievous, andmeddle with what did not concern him.
. Danny again; further adventures of "Danny the detective," . o put a match 122 DICKYS CHANCE to the kitchen fire, which he had laid himselfat 6 as a surprise for her. She had saidhe was a naughty little boy; he was playingin her kitchen and trying to set the houseafire! And then the time mother was socross because he had blacking on his handsand a smudge on his nose. And when he hadexplained that he had been making his bootslovely and black and shiny, like coal—andCooks as well—she had been still more angry,and said he must not be so mischievous, andmeddle with what did not concern him. Alto-gether, everything was very sad. He went tobed one night feeling especially down in thedumps, for his mother had again scolded next mornings post brought some very bad news. The bank inwhich she had nearly all her money had closedits doors; it was paying nothing at all, andshe was left with a very little sum of moneyand the house which her husband had built afew years before he died. Her friend, , came to condole with There was the time he was standing on a step-ladder in thestreet, cleaning the windows, and a very elegant lady, Mrs. Jones,had called and been niucli shocked THE iNEW YuRK TOH, L.£nO.\ N FOUNDATfONS DICKYS CHANCE 123 When she had heard the whole sad story,she looked very serious. *And you say you are going to dismiss bothyour servants? My dear Mrs. Dean, whatwill you Who will do the work for Oh, / dont know, sobbed Mrs. shall have to myself, I suppose. Its hard,very hard. And its not as if I had a only Dicky—a great, helpless boy. Why,its all we can do to keep him out of mischief. Mrs. Dean was very unhappy. A few days later the maids went saw them off, watched their cab rattleaway, and then went into the garden to thinkout a great plan. His chance had come atlast! That night he bumped his head five timeson the pillow. I—^will—wake—up—at—five, he said,with each bump. A
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