"Ah! back again?" said she, as he entered her shop. "Want more gingerbread I 'spose?"
"No," answered Benjamin. "I was going to take the boat to Philadelphia, but it has gone, and there is not another to go until Tuesday."
"Dear me!" exclaimed the kind-hearted woman; "if that ain't too bad. What kin ye du?"
"That is what I want to ask you. Is there any other conveyance to Philadelphia?"
"No, and all ye has to du is to make the best on't."
"And what is that? That is just what I want to know,—the best thing for me to do in such a case."
"What ye goin' to Philadelphy for?" inquired the old lady.
"I am going after work. I am a printer, and want to find work in a printing-office."
"A printer," exclaimed the woman, who had probably never seen one before. "Dear me, yer fortin is made to set up business in this ere town. There is nothing of the like here."
"I have nothing to set up the business with here," replied Benjamin. "I would as lief work here as in Philadelphia, if the way was open."