"Take care that you do as well to-morrow," he said. "Go and get
your supper."
One of the larger boys was distributing bread and cheese to the
hungry boys. Nearly all ate as if famished, plain and uninviting
as was the supper, for they had been many hours without food.
But Phil, who, as we know, had eaten a good supper at Mrs.
Hoffman's, felt very little appetite. He slyly gave his bread to
one of the boys, who, on account of the small sum he brought
home, had been sentenced to go without. But the sharp eyes of
the padrone, which, despite his occupation, managed to see all
that was going on, detected this action, and he became suspicious
that Phil had bought supper out of his earnings.;
"Why did you give your bread to Giuseppe?" he demanded.
"Because I was not hungry," answered Phil.
"Why were you not hungry? Did you buy some supper?"
"No, signore."
"Then you should be hungry."
"A kind lady gave me some supper."
"How did it happen?"
"I knew her son. His name is Paolo. He asked me to go home with
him. Then he gave me a good supper."
"How long were you there? You might have been playing and
brought me some more money," said the padrone, who, with
characteristic meanness, grudged the young fiddler time to eat
the meal that cost him nothing.
Pages:
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61
62
63
64
65
66
67