Chapter 24
We must now return to New York to Dodger's old home. When he did not return at the usual hour, neither Florence nor Mrs. O'Keefe was particularly disturbed. It was thought that he had gone on some errand of unusual length, and would return an hour or two late. Eight o'clock came, the hour at which the boy was accustomed to repair to Florence's room to study, and still he didn't make his appearance. "Dodger's late this evening, Mrs. O'Keefe," said Florence, going up to the room of her landlady. "Shure he is. It's likely he's gone to Brooklyn or up to Harlem, wid a bundle. He'll be comin' in soon." "I hope he will be well paid for the errand, since it keeps him so long." "I hope so, too, Florence, for he's a good boy, is Dodger. Did I tell you how he served the rapscallion that tried
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