Professor Riccabocca didn’t mention that the only ten he had was a ten-cent piece.
Slipping Philip’s half-dollar into his vest pocket, he said carelessly:
“We’ll take this into the account when we divide the proceeds of the entertainment.”
“Very well,” said Philip.
He went up to his room and played for an hour or more, rehearsing the different pieces he had selected for the evening, and then, feeling the need of a little fresh air, he took a walk.
In different parts of the town he saw posters, on which his name was printed in large letters.
“It seems almost like a joke!” he said to himself.
Just then he heard his name called, and, looking up, he recognized a young fellow, of sixteen or thereabouts, who had formerly lived in Norton. It seemed pleasant to see a familiar face.
“Why, Morris Lovett,” he exclaimed “I didn’t know you were here!”
“Yes; I’m clerk in a store. Are you the one that is going to give an entertainment tonight?”