Phil laughed, for
there was something ludicrous in the idea of Jimmy, who was a
slight boy of seven, making away with such a large quantity, and
the little boy began to see that it was a joke at his expense.
The dinner went off well. All had a good appetite, and did full
justice to Mrs. Hoffman's cookery. The pudding in particular was
pronounced a success. It was so flaky and well-seasoned, and the
sauce, flavored with lemon, was so good, that everyone except
Mrs. Hoffman took a second piece. For the first time since he
had left Italy, Phil felt the uncomfortable sensation of having
eaten too much. However, with the discomfort was the pleasant
recollection of a good dinner, and to the mind of the little
fiddler the future brightened, as it is very apt to do under such
circumstances, and he felt ready to go out and achieve his
fortune.
"Why won't you stop with us to-night, Phil, and start on your
journey to-morrow?" asked Mrs. Hoffman. "I am sure Jimmy would
be glad of your company."
"Yes, Phil, stay," said Paul.
Phil hesitated. It was a tempting invitation, but, on the other
hand, if he remained in the city till the next day he might be in
danger from the padrone.
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