“Are you dependent on what you may earn?” asked the gentleman, regarding him attentively.
“I have a little money, sir, but when that is gone I shall need to earn something.”
“That is no misfortune. It is a good thing for a boy to be employed. Otherwise he is liable to get into mischief.”
“At any rate, I shall be glad to find work, sir.”
“Have you applied anywhere yet?”
Phil gave a little account of his unsuccessful applications, and the objections that had been made to him.
“Yes, yes,” said the old gentleman thoughtfully, “more confidence is placed in a boy who lives with his parents.”
The two walked on together until they reached Twelfth Street. It was a considerable walk, and Phil was surprised that his companion should walk, when he could easily have taken a Broadway stage, but the old gentleman explained this himself.
“I find it does me good,” he said, “to spend some time in the open air, and even if walking tires me it does me good.”
At Twelfth Street they turned off.