He took off his cap, and
going up to the jolly pair said, "I want some pennies."
Sailors are free with their money. Parsimony is not one of their
vices. Both thrust their hands into their pockets, and each drew
out a handful of scrip, which they put into Phil's hands, without
looking to see how much it might be.
"That's all right, boy, isn't it?" inquired the first.
"All right," answered Phil, wondering at their munificence. He
only anticipated a few pennies, and here looked to be as much as
he was generally able to secure in a day. As soon as he got a
good chance he counted it over, and found four half dollars,
three quarters, and four tens--in all, three dollars and fifteen
cents. At this rate, probably, the sailors' money would not last
long. However this was none of Phil's business. It was only
nine o'clock in the forenoon, and he had already secured enough
to purchase immunity from blows at night. Still there was one
thing unsatisfactory about it. All this money was to go into the
hands of the padrone. Phil himself would reap none of the
benefit, unless he bought his dinner, as he had purchased supper
the evening before.
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