He found that he was entitled to a piece of pudding or pie, and accordingly ordered a plate of apple pudding.
After finishing his meal he felt better. He resumed his place at the door, and half an hour later was greeted by a familiar voice. Looking up he met the astonished gaze of Sylvanus Snodgrass.
“What does this mean, Bruce?” he asked.
Ben felt rather embarrassed, for it was not a business that he was proud of.
“It means that I have found work,” he said.
“Distributing bills for a beanery,” said the romancer.
“That’s about it.”
“Well, let me see one of the bills.”
Ben handed him one.
“Seems cheap,” said Sylvanus, “and suits my purse, for I’m pretty short to-day. Can you recommend it?”