He found they amounted to precisely two dollars and fifty cents.
"I need not play any more," he thought.

"I shall not be beaten to-night." He found his seat so comfortable, especially after wandering about the streets all day, that he remained on the boat for two more trips.

Then, taking his violin under his arm, he went out on the pier.
It was half-past seven o'clock.

He would like to have gone to his lodging, but knew that it would not be permitted.

In this respect the Italian fiddler is not as well off as those who ply other street trades.
Newsboys and bootblacks are their own masters, and, whether their earnings are little or great, reap the benefit of them themselves.