"Haven't you got warm yet?" he asked. "I can't have you in my
way all day."
"We will go," said Phil. "Come, Giacomo."
He did not thank the grocer, knowing how grudgingly permission
had been given.
So they went out again into the chill air, but they had got
thoroughly warmed, and were better able to bear it.
"Where shall we go, Filippo?" asked the younger boy.
"We will go back to New York. It is not so cold there."
Giacomo unhesitatingly assented to whatever Phil proposed. He
was not self-reliant, like our hero, but always liked to have
someone to lean upon.
They made their way back to Fulton Ferry in a leisurely manner,
stopping here and there to play; but it was a bad day for
business. The cold was such that no one stopped to give them
anything, except that one young man dropped ten cents in Phil's
hand as he hurried by, on his way home.
At length they reached the ferry. The passengers were not so
many in number as usual. The cabin was so warm and comfortable
that they remained on board for two or three trips, playing each
time. In this way they obtained about thirty cents more. They
would have remained longer, but that one of the deck hands asked,
"How many times are you going across for two cents?" and this
made them think it prudent to go.
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