"Well, Harry, how do you feel now?" asked John, as he emerged from his lodging apartment.
"Better; I feel as bright as a new pin. Where are we?"
"We have come about twelve miles. Pretty soon we shall stop to bait the team and get some breakfast."
"I have got some breakfast in my basket. Julia gave me enough to last a week. I shan't starve, at any rate."
"No one would ever be hungry in this world, if everybody were like Julia. But you shall breakfast with me at the tavern."
"It won't be safe—will it?"
"O, yes; nobody will know you here."
"Well, I have got some money to pay for anything I have."
"Keep your money, Harry; you will want it all when you get to Boston."
After going a few miles farther, they stopped at a tavern, where the horses were fed, and Harry ate such a breakfast as a pauper never ate before. John would not let him pay for it, declaring that Julia's friends were his friends.