At the same table where they had lunch, a young fellow sat down with two little boys. They looked poor.
“What will you have, Johnny?” the eldest asked one of the little fellows.
“Bread ’n’ butter.”
“That’s cheap,” the eldest said; and, after a little more talk, they ordered fried sweet-potatoes.
“Nothing else?” the waiter said.
“Nothing else.”
When they were through, the waiter was asked “How much?”
“Ninety cents.”
Then there was silence, while the big boy fumbled in his pockets. Four tiny bits of sweet-potato, bread and butter—ninety cents. It was hard, and Harry spoke to the waiter about it.
“I can’t help it,” said the waiter. “It’s the rule.” So the bill was paid. It was another interesting exhibit.