“Is Phil going to stay in the city?”
“No; the padrone would get hold of him if he did. He is going to New Jersey to make his fortune.”
“But he will need a fiddle.”
“I am going to lend him money enough to buy one. I know a pawnbroker who has one for sale. I think I can get it for three or four dollars. When Phil gets it he is going around giving concerts. How much can you make in a day, Phil?”
“Sometimes I make two dollars,” answered Phil.
“That is excellent, especially when you are your own padrone. You will be able to save up money. You will have to buy a pocketbook, Phil.”
“Where will you sleep, Phil?” asked Jimmy, interested.
Phil shrugged his shoulders. He had not thought of that question particularly.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I can sleep anywhere.”
“Of course he will stop at the first-class hotels, Jimmy,” said Paul, “like all men of distinction. I shouldn’t wonder if he married an heiress in six months, and went back to Italy on a bridal tour.”