I mean to be a merchant some time on a bigger scale than now.

As for you, you will be a great player, and give concerts at the Academy of Music." Phil laughed, but still seemed pleased at the prophecy.
"Well, Phil, I must bid you good-by for a little while, or my clerks will be cheating me.

I will see you at supper." "Addio, Paolo," said Phil.
"Addio," said Paul, laughing.

"Wouldn't I make a good Italian ?" Paul returned to his stand, and Phil took the direction of Mrs.
Hoffman's rooms.

While on his way he heard the sound of a hand-organ, and, looking across the way, saw, with some uneasiness, his old enemy Pietro, playing to a crowd of boys.
"I hope he won't see me," said Phil to himself.
He was afraid Pietro would remember his old violin, and, seeing the difference in the instrument he now had, inquire how he got it.