In fact, it promised to be an agreeable one for him.

As he was sure of a supper, a bed and breakfast, there was no particular necessity for him to earn anything more that day.

However, he went out for an hour or two, and succeeded in collecting twenty-five cents.

He realized, however, that it was not so easy to pick up pennies in the country as in the city--partly because population is sparser and partly because, though there is less privation in the country, there is also less money.
A little before six Phil's new friend, whose name he ascertained was Edwin Grover, washed his hands, and, putting on his coat, said "Come along, Phil." Phil, who had been sitting near the stove, prepared to accompany him.
"We haven't got far to go," said Edwin, who was eighteen.

"I am glad of that, for the sooner I get to the supper table the better." After five minutes' walk they stopped at a comfortable two-story house near the roadside.
"That's where I put up," said Edwin.
He opened the door and entered, followed by Phil, who felt a little bashful, knowing that he was not expected.
"Have you got an extra plate, mother ?" asked Edwin.