“This is much better than a concert. Take your place, quick.”
Thus exhorted, Joshua took his place in the line, and in due time purchased the tickets.
“Now, come along,” said Sam, seizing him by the arm. “It’s about time for the performance to commence.”
So they passed the wicket, giving up their tickets, and were speedily ushered to their seats. Joshua looked around him with curiosity, for to him it was a novel scene; but even this did not lead him to forget that Sam was indebted to him.
“You owe me a dollar,” he whispered.
“All right,” said Sam; “I’ll pay you afterward. I don’t want to take out my pocketbook here.”
Joshua would have preferred to be paid on the spot, but no suspicion had yet entered his mind that Sam intended to cheat him, and he made no objection to the delay.
“Who are those men playing?” he inquired of his more experienced friend.
“That’s the orchestra.”
“When does the show begin?”