“Not yet.”
“Suppose we go out together. I like company when I eat.”
Ben accepted the suggestion. Lonely as he felt he welcomed the companionship even of Sylvanus Snodgrass. He put on his hat, and they walked down-stairs together.
CHAPTER XIII.
BEN IS INTRODUCED TO A POET.
Mr. Snodgrass led the way to a small restaurant two or three streets distant, and the two went in and seated themselves at a table covered with a cloth of far from immaculate whiteness.
Taking up the bill of fare, Ben was pleased to find that the prices were very moderate.
“Do you often come here, Mr. Snodgrass?” he asked.
“Yes, except when I have occasion to be down town. Then I go into a restaurant on Park Row.”
“The only place I ever heard mentioned before I came here is Delmonico’s.”