He sold two or three other articles, but the money received for these he put into the drawer. He did not dare to take too much at first. Indeed, he took a little credit to himself, so strangely had his ideas of honesty got warped, for not taking more when he might have done so as well as not.
Mr. Baker returned, and nothing was said. As might have been expected, he did not miss the small sum which Roswell had appropriated.
That evening Roswell bought a couple of cigars with the money he had stolen (we might as well call things by their right names), and treated Ralph to one.
"There's a splendid play on at Wallack's," said he, suggestively.
"Perhaps we'll go to-morrow evening," said Roswell.
"That's the way to talk," said Ralph, looking keenly at Roswell. "Is there anything new with you?"
"Not particularly," said Roswell, coloring a little, for he did not care to own what he had done to his companion, though it was from him that he had received the advice.
The next day when Roswell was again alone, a lady entered the shop.
"Have you got La Fontaine's Fables in English?" she asked. "I have asked at half a dozen stores, but I can't find it. I am afraid it is out of print."
"Yes, I believe we have it," said Roswell.