Nothing had ever seemed more delicious to Ben than that soup. When he had done justice to it, a plate of beefsteak awaited him, which also received his attention. Then he was asked to select some dessert.
"I am afraid you are spending too much for me," he said.
"Don't be afraid of that; I am glad that you have a good appetite."
At length the dinner was over. Ben felt decidedly better. His despondency had vanished, and the world again seemed bright to him. It is hard to be cheerful, or take bright views of life on an empty stomach, as many have learned beside our young adventurer.
"Now," said his new-found friend, "I have a few minutes to spare. Suppose we talk over your plans and prospects, and see if we can find anything for you to do."
"Thank you," said Ben; "I wish you would give me your advice."
"My advice is that you return to your home, if you have one," said the reporter.
Ben shook his head.
"I don't want to do that," he answered.
"I don't, of course, know what is your objection to this, which seems to me the best course. Putting it aside, however, we will consider what you can do here to earn your living."