Ben sat down at a table and looked over the bill of fare. Among the items was “Roast Chicken—25 cents.”
“You may bring me roast chicken and a cup of coffee,” he told the waiter.
The latter went up to the proprietor and spoke to him in a low voice. Then he returned.
“The boss says you can have any ten cent plate of meat,” he said. “He never gives roast chicken to his help.”
“Don’t you get it?”
“No.”
Ben felt disappointed. Hungry as he was he felt the need of a good dinner.
“You can bring me the chicken,” he said, “and I will pay ten cents extra. Will that do?”
“Yes; that will be satisfactory.”
The chicken was hardly as good as would have been given at a high-priced restaurant. In fact it was rather tough, but then Ben’s teeth were good, and hungry as he was he enjoyed it.