"And I hope also that you had an appetite equal to mine."
"My appetite don't often give out," said Ben; "but it aint so good now as it was when I came in."
"Now we have a little business to attend to. How much shall I pay you for smashing my baggage?" Charles asked, with a laugh.
"Whatever you like."
"Well, here's fifty cents for your services, and six cents for your car-fare back."
"Thank you," said Ben.
"Besides this, Mrs. Abercrombie has a note, which she wants carried down town to her husband's office in Wall Street. She will give you fifty cents more, if you will agree to deliver it there at once, as it is of importance."
"All right," said Ben. "I'll do it."
"Here is the note. I suppose you had better start with it at once. Good-morning."
"Good-morning," said Ben, as he held his cousin's proffered hand a moment in his own. "Maybe I'll see you again some time."