With Dick’s intelligent aid Jimmy sold more papers that afternoon than he had ever before disposed of in a similar time.  The two boys, when the hour came to stop, since the crowds were about done hurrying toward the ferries, found that they had quite a goodly sum between them.

“Well, we might as well go git supper an’ den we kin take in a movin’-picture show,” said Jimmy.  “I know where dere’s a swell one.  Have a cigarette?  Dat’s so, I forgot youse didn’t smoke.  Well, I’ll light up.”

“Are you going back to Frank’s room?” asked Dick.

“Sure.  Why not?  Frank won’t be here till t’-morror.”

“I was thinking we had enough money now to hire a room of our own.  If we pay a week’s rent in advance we’ll be sure of a place to stay, and I must admit I don’t like sleeping in boxes.”

“It’ll take a lot of money t’ pay a week’s rent,” objected Jimmy.  “We kin hire one by de night, jest as well, an’ we’ll have more money for sport.”

“Yes, but if it should rain to-morrow and we couldn’t sell many papers, we wouldn’t make much money, but if we invest some now, in a room, we’ll be sure of having a dry place to stay.”

“Well, mebby youse is right.  I never hire a room by de week, ’cause I don’t often have coin enough, an’ when I does, I ginerally goes t’ a show.”

“Don’t you think it better to get the room?”

“I s’pose so,” replied Jimmy a little doubtfully.  Dick was beginning to take matters into his own hands and he made some propositions that Jimmy could hardly understand.  For Jimmy took but little thought ahead.  If he had money enough to live on for one day that satisfied him, and he let to-morrow take care of itself.  But he was willing, at least, to try Dick’s way.

Accordingly the boys first had supper and then, going to the lodging-house, inquired of the manager about a room.

“You don’t mean to say you’re going to get a room by the week, do you, Jimmy?” asked Mr. Snowden, for he knew the habits of the newsboy, who often got a bed in the place for a night, but who had never remained for much longer at a time.

“Sure, me an’ me partner wants a good room,” was Jimmy’s answer.  “We’s got de coin, too, see!” and he rattled the money in his pocket.

“I’m glad you have.  I wish you both would stay here with us regularly.  I had a letter from Frank to-day.  He inquired about you and Dick and said he would not be back until the end of the week, so you may keep his room until then, if you like.”

“I think it will be better if we have our own room at once,” said Dick.

“I am glad to hear you say that,” went on the manager.  “There is nothing like being independent in this world, and though you would be welcome in Frank’s room, I think you will feel more business-like if you have one of your own.  Eh, Jimmy!”

“Oh, I s’pose so.  Whatever me partner says, dat goes.”

“Have you gone into partnership?” asked Mr. Snowden, with a smile.

“We have been thinking of it,” replied Dick.  “I sold some papers for Jimmy to-day, and he said I did well.”

“Dat’s what he done,” declared Jimmy admiringly.  “An’ he wouldn’t yell dat dere was a fire ner a murder.  I don’t see how he done it.”

“I told about the financial news,” admitted Dick.

“I should think you two would make a good firm,” commented Mr. Snowden.  “Now, if you like, I will show you some rooms.”

There was not much choice, as the apartments had to be very small and plain, since they rented for very small sums to the poor boys.  The beds were hardly large enough for two persons.

“We have one larger room with two cots in it,” said the manager, “but that rents for a dollar and a half a week; twenty-five cents more than the others.  I don’t suppose you would care for that.”

“I think we would,” said Dick quickly.  Somehow he liked the idea of a bed by himself, though Jimmy was unusually clean for a newsboy without a home, as he frequently went to the public baths.

“Will that suit you, Jimmy?” asked Mr. Snowden, for he wanted to be certain both boys would be pleased.

“Sure.  Whatever me partner says goes,” was the answer, given with a wave of his hand, as though he and Dick were millionaires.

Mr. Snowden took them to the room.  It was a fairly good one, and had, besides the two beds, or cots, a wash-stand with a bowl and pitcher, two chairs, and a rocker.

“Say, dis is dead swell!” exclaimed Jimmy, taking a seat in the rocker and moving backward and forward.  “De Astor House and de Waldorf-Astoria ain’t got nuttin’ t’ beat dis.  Dis is all to de merry.”

“I’m glad you like it,” said Dick.  “I think we’ll take it, Mr. Snowden.  Here is the rent.”  It was all Dick had left out of the money he had in his pocket when he awoke to find himself in the box.

“Hold on!” exclaimed Jimmy.  “We’ll go whacks on dis.  I’ll pay me share.”

“If you are going to be partners why don’t you put all your money together and let one of you be the treasurer?  Then you can keep track of your expenses,” suggested the manager.

“Dat’s a good idea,” declared Jimmy.  “Here, Dick, take what I got an’ settle de bills.  Youse kin be treasurer an’ I’ll be de general manager.  I can’t sign any checks, so dat’s de best way.”

“I’m afraid it will be a good while before I can sign any checks, either,” replied Dick.  “But, if you wish, I will take charge of the money.  That is if you trust me.”

“Surest t’ing ye know!” exclaimed Jimmy.  “Now, dat’s settled, I’ll send fer me trunks.  Most of me wardrobe is at de tailor’s gittin’ pressed, but I’ll tell him t’ send it around here.”

“All right,” said Mr. Snowden with a laugh, as he took the money for the first week’s rent from Dick.  “I hope you boys will like it here and will be successful.  If there is anything I can do to help you be sure to let me know.”

“We will,” promised Dick.

The two boys looked at each other for several moments when Mr. Snowden had left.  It was a new experience for both of them.  Dick, of course, could not tell much about himself, but he felt sure he had never lived in such a place as this, though he was far from despising the simple room.  As for Jimmy, never had he expected to live in such comparative luxury.  He actually had a place he could call “home.”

“Were you in earnest when you said we would go in partnership?” asked Dick, after a pause.

“Sure.  Why not?  Any kid that kin sell papes de way youse kin, not yellin’ about a fire or a murder, kin be a partner wid me as long as he likes.  I’m willin’ if youse is.  We’ve got money now t’ take us troo de week an’ stack up wid papes every day.  Sure, we’ll be partners, if youse likes de idea.”

“I certainly do, but I can’t be sure of selling as many papers every day as I sold to-day.  I did better than I thought I would.”

“Don’t let dat worry youse.  Everybody is down on deir luck once in a while.  What d’ye say?  Is it a go?”

“As far as I’m concerned, yes.  I’m much obliged to you for taking me into the firm.”

“Oh, dat’s all right.  Don’t mention it.  If youse hear of any of dem millionaires in Wall Street wantin’ an interest, tell ’em de place is filled.”

Thus Jimmy Small and Dick Box (as we must continue to call the strange lad for a time) formed a newsboy partnership that was destined to have a greater influence on their lives than either of them suspected.