"
"All right," said Phil.
"You must come back at twelve o'clock, Phil."
"I will come."
Phil strolled down to the Battery, feeling a little strange
without his violin. He was elated with the thought of his coming
freedom, and for the first time since he landed in America the
future looked bright to him.
CHAPTER XIV
THE TAMBOURINE GIRL
Arriving at Trinity Church, Phil turned into Wall Street, looking
about him in a desultory way, for he was at present out of
business. Men and boys were hurrying by in different directions,
to and from banks and insurance offices, while here and there a
lawyer or lawyer's clerk might be seen looking no less busy and
preoccupied. If Phil had had three thousand dollars instead of
three, he, too, might have been interested in the price of gold
and stocks; but his financial education had been neglected, and
he could not have guessed within twenty the day's quotations for
either.
As he walked along his attention was suddenly drawn to a pair of
Italians, a man and a girl of twelve, the former turning a
hand-organ, the latter playing a tambourine. There was nothing
unusual in the group; but Phil's heart beat quick for in the girl
he thought he recognized a playmate from the same village in
which he was born and bred.
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