“Nuthin' on my farm will be too good for ye, Joe. I'm goin' to tell my wife Mirandy o' this happenin' an' she'll thank you jest as I've done.”
A good restaurant was found not far away and there the two procured a fine meal and took their time eating it.
“Have ye found work yet?” asked the old man.
“Not yet. I was looking for a job when I met you.”
“Well, I hope ye strike wot ye want, lad. But it's hard to git a place in the city, some times.”
“I shall try my level best.”
“Wish I could git a job fer ye. But I don't know nubuddy.”
“I am going to try the hotels next. I have a strong letter of recommendation from a hotel man.”
“If ye don't git no work in Philadelphy come out on my farm. I'll board ye all winter fer nuthin',” went on Josiah Bean, generously.
“Thank you, Mr. Bean; you are very kind.”