"And picked up lots of pennies, I daresay?"
Phil laughed.
"Well, we did pretty fairly, I think; we've paid our lodgings right on for next week, so that's nice, and we have a little to go on with."
"And what do you expect me to give you for your singing?"
Phil looked up in astonishment.
"Why, nothing, Mr. Jasper. You don't suppose we sang for that, do you?"
"No, I don't, Phil. I believe God sent you to sing to me to-night;" and there was a strange earnestness in Jonas's voice as he said the words. "Anyhow, I'd like to hear you once more."
"Not the same one again, Mr. Jasper; we've got such lots we know."
"I don't think you'll beat the one you sang just now, Rob; but you shall please yourselves."
So after a moment's discussion they sang the same words once more.