They no longer hoped to make up the large difference between what they had and the sum they were expected by the padrone to bring.

As the evening advanced the cold increased, and penetrated through their thin clothing, chilling them through and through.

Giacomo felt it the most.

By and by he began to sob with the cold and fatigue.
"What is the matter, Giacomo ?" asked Phil, anxiously.
"I feel so cold, Filippo--so cold and tired.

I wish I could rest." The boys were in Printing House Square, near the spot where now stands the Franklin statue.
"If you want to rest, Giacomo," said Phil, pityingly, "we will go into French's Hotel a little while." "I should like to." They entered the hotel and sat down near the heater.