"No," replied Alaric, "I haven't learned that yet. You see, I've only just begun."
"That so? Wish I had a chance to show you something about it, then, for I used to play on the nine at home."
"I wish you could, for I want awfully to learn. Why can't you?"
"Because I don't live here, and, do you know, I didn't think you did, either. When I saw you awhile ago, I had a sort of idea that you belonged aboard the Empress, and were going in her to China, and I've been more than half envying you ever since. Funny, wasn't it?"
"Awfully!" responded Alaric. "And I'm glad it isn't true, for I don't know of anything I should hate more than to be going to China in the Empress. But I say, let's stop in here and get something lo eat, for I'm hungry—aren't you?"
"Of course I am," laughed the other; and with this the two boys, who were already strolling toward the city together, turned into the little road-side bake-shop that had just attracted Alaric's attention. Here he ordered half a sheet of buns, two tarts, and two glasses of milk. These being served on a small table, Alaric paid for them, and the newly made acquaintances sat down to enjoy their feast at leisure.
"What I want to do," said Alaric, continuing their interrupted conversation, "is to get back to the States as quickly as possible."
"That's easy enough," replied the other, holding his tart in both hands and devouring it with infinite relish. "There's a steamer leaves here at eight o'clock this evening for Seattle and Tacoma. But you don't live here then, after all?"
"No, I don't live here, nor do I know any one who does, and I want to get away as quickly as I can; for I am looking for work, and should think the chances for finding it were better in the States than here."