“I can afford fifteen cents for a meal,” he thought, and called for a plate of roast beef.
“Corn beef and cabbage for me,” said the signor.
“It's very filling,” he remarked aside to Phil.
“They won't give you but a mouthful of beef.”
So it proved, but the quality was such that Phil did not care for more. He ordered a piece of apple pie afterward feeling still hungry.
“I see you're bound to have a square meal,” said the signor.
After Phil had had it, he was bound to confess that he did not feel uncomfortably full. Yet he had spent twice as much as the signor, who dispensed with the tea and pie as superfluous luxuries.
In the evening Signor Orlando bent his steps toward Bowerman's Varieties.
“I hope in a day or two to get a complimentary ticket for you, Mr. Brent,” he said.
“How much is the ticket?” asked Phil.