refinement. It was necessarily a slow process, but she began to find after a time that a gradual change was coming over him. "I want you to grow up a gentleman, Dodger," she said to him one day. "I'm too rough for that, Florence. I'm only an ignorant street boy." "You are not going to be an ignorant street boy all your life. I don't see why you should not grow up a polished gentleman." "I shall never be like that de Brabazon young man," said he. "No, Dodger; I don't think you will," said Florence, laughing. "I don't want you to become effeminate nor a dude. I think I would like you less than I do now." "Do you like me, Florence?" asked Dodger, brightening up. "To be sure I do. I hope you don't doubt it." "Why, it don't seem natural-like. You're a fashionable young lady----" "Not very fashionable, Dodger, just at present." "Well, a high-toned young lady--one of the tip-tops, and I am a rough Bowery boy." "You were once, but you are getting over that rapidly. Did you ever hear of Andy Johnson?" "Who was he?" "He became President of the United States. Well, at the age of twenty-one he could neither read nor write." "At twenty-one?" repeated Dodger. "Why, I'm only eighteen, and I do know something of readin' and writin'." "To be sure! Well, Andy Johnson was taught to read and write by his wife. He kept on improving himself till, in course of time, he became a United States Senator, Vice-President, and afterward, President. Now, I don't expect you to equal him, but I see no reason why you should not become a well-educated man if you are content to work, and keep on working." "I will keep on, Florence," said Dodger, earnestly. "If I ever find my relations I don't want them to be ashamed of me."