Philip began to prick up his ears and become interested. Was it possible that his good luck was to continue, and that he was to have an opportunity of earning some more money through his faithful friend, the violin? He didn’t think it well to exhibit the satisfaction he felt, and answered, in a matter-of-fact tone;
“No, I have no engagement for this evening.”
“I’m glad of it,” responded the young man, evidently well pleased. “You see, we had arranged to have a dance over to our place, but Mr. Beck, being sick, we thought we’d have to give it up. One of my neighbors was over last evening and heard you play, and he thought maybe we could secure you.”
“I shall be glad to play for you,” said Philip politely.
“What are your terms?” asked his companion.
“Three dollars and board and lodging for the time I need to stay.”
“That’s satisfactory. I’ll engage you.”
“Is it near here?” asked Philip.
“It’s in Conway—only four miles from here. I’ll take you right over now, and you shall stay at my house.”
“Thank you, I shall find that very agreeable,” said Philip.