“Are you looking for a job at fiddling?” asked the young man.
“Yes, if I can find one,” answered Philip, smiling.
“Can you play dancing-music?”
“Yes.”
“Then I guess I can get you a job for this evening.”
“I wish you could,” said Philip hopefully, catching at a way out of his troubles.
“You see, there’s to be a little dance in School-house Hall to-night,” said the farmer; “or there was to be one, but the fiddler’s took sick, and we was afraid we’d have to give it up. Now, if you’ll take his place, we can have it, after all.”
“I’ll do it,” said Philip promptly.
“What’ll you charge?”
“How much was the other one going to charge?”