'Tis William, the inn boy, with tea cakes.
[Elizabeth opens the door. William enters with tea cakes on tray. He deposits the plate of cakes on table.
ROGER.
As I was saying—if there was but some traveler in this inn to share our evening meal—some one with pockets that were well-nigh empty——
ELIZABETH.
Perhaps the inn boy knows of such a one. (To William.) Does thee not, William? Some one whose purse is not too over-burdened?
WILLIAM
(sturdily).
Aye, that I do. A lad came here this noon from Boston. A journeyman printer so he says he is, and I'll warrant he has not above four shillings with him. (To Roger.) He's come to search for work in Philadelphia, and says he was directed to this tavern by a—by a Quaker, sir.
ELIZABETH.
Directed here by a Quaker—! (To Roger.) Then, Roger, all the more reason why we should bid him in. What is his name?