But the feeling soon passed away, and as he stepped out of the depot, and, following the crowd, walked on to Washington Street, he became more cheerful and hopeful.
On the way he passed a small restaurant. There was a bill of fare displayed at the door. The prices seemed reasonable, and he decided to enter.
He had got up very early, walked about five miles to the station, and though he had been provided by Albert with a couple of slices of bread and butter, he felt very hungry.
He went into the restaurant and scanning the bill of fare, called for a plate of baked beans and a cup of coffee. They were brought, and he partook of them with great relish.
The cost was only fifteen cents. He would have liked to order more, but he felt that he must husband his money, as he did not know when he would obtain employment.
He reached Washington Street, and walked down it looking in at the shop windows. There were comparatively few people out, as it was still early, but to Ben’s rural eyes there seemed to be a crowd. He passed the Adams House, and when he reached Winter Street, he glanced up it and saw a vista of green grass and sturdy old trees, that reminded him of the country.
“What is that field over there?” he asked of a young man at his side.
“That is the common,” answered the other with a smile.
Ben hurried and pushed on till he reached the famous square. Passing between some posts he found himself on the mall, and seated himself on a long bench under the trees.
He looked with interest at the passers-by. It was a bright and animated spectacle. It was a glimpse of the world quite unlike any with which Ben had been acquainted hitherto.