Phil; watching with interest the various contributions, was best
pleased with the last. The money he must carry to the padrone.
The apple he might keep for himself, and it would vary agreeably
his usual meager fare.
"The biggest contribution yet," said Edward.
"Here, Sprague, you are liberal. What'll you give?"
"My note at ninety days."
"You might fail before it comes due."
"Then take three cents. 'Tis all I have; 'I can no more, though
poor the offering be.' "
"Oh, don't quote Shakespeare."
"It isn't Shakespeare; it's Milton."
"Just as much one as the other."
"Here, Johnny," said Edward, after going the rounds, "hold your
hands, and I'll pour out the money. You can retire from business
now on a fortune."
Phil was accustomed to be addressed as Johnny, that being the
generic name for boy in New York. He deposited the money in his
pocket, and, taking his fiddle, played once more in
acknowledgment of the donation. The boys now dispersed, leaving
Phil to go on his way. He took out the apple with the intention
of eating it, when a rude boy snatched it from his hand.
"Give it back," said Phil, angrily.
"Don't you wish you may get it?" said the other, holding it out
of his reach.
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