Keep it, and pay me when you have more." "But I shall be away." "You will come to the city some day.

When you do you will know where to find me.

Now go and play a tune to Jimmy.

He is waiting for you.

If you remain in the streets, your old enemy, Tim Rafferty, may want to borrow your fiddle again." "You are very kind to me, Paolo," said Phil, raising his dark eyes with a sudden impulse of gratitude.
"It's nothing, Phil," said Paul, modestly; "you would do the same for me if I needed it." "Yes, I would," said Phil; "but I am poor, and I cannot help you." "You won't be poor always, Phil," said Paul, cheerfully, "nor I either, I hope.