“But you haven’t had breakfast yet.”
“That don’t make any difference; I’ve been without so often I’ve kinder got used to it.”
“Well, you’ll have one this mornin’; but I don’t b’lieve I can afford to spend thirty cents more. S’posin’ we try to find somethin’ cheaper?”
“We can go ’round the corner an’ get two rolls an’ two sausages for five cents, if Tony has come.”
“Who’s Tony?”
“He’s a Italian. There he is now!”
Looking in the direction indicated by Sadie, Josiah saw a dark-skinned little man standing in front of a huge tin boiler, on the cover of which was displayed, in what was intended to be a tempting array, a collection of rolls and sausages.
In order that they might have an ample supply, the boy from the country invested ten cents, and, eating as they walked, the two turned their attention to finding Tom and Bob.
“I don’t reckon they’d be at home, if they sell newspapers for a livin’, ’cause it’s time for the early editions already. S’pose we go down by the City Hall, an’ we’ll be sure to find somebody what knows ’em.”
Josiah was ready to act upon any suggestion she might make, and followed her unquestioningly, after asking whether or no she was neglecting her own business by devoting so much time to him.