Phil obeyed directions. When he had finished, a contribution was taken up, but it only amounted to seven cents. However, considering the character of the audience, this was as much as could be expected.
“How much have you made to-day, Johnny?” asked Tim.
“A dollar,” said Phil.
“A dollar! That’s more nor I have made. I tell you what, boys, I think I’ll buy a fiddle myself. I’ll make more money that way than blackin’ boots.”
“A great fiddler you’d make, Tim Rafferty.”
“Can’t I play, then? Lend me your fiddle, Johnny, till I try it a little.”
Phil shook his head.
“Give it to me now; I won’t be hurtin’ it.”
“You’ll break it.”
“Then I’ll pay for it.”