He persevered, and did not allow these little trials to discompose or discourage him.
By one o'clock on the first day of his service he had sold eighteen books, which far exceeded even his most sanguine expectations.

By this time he began to feel the want of his dinner; but there was no tavern or eating house at hand, and he could not think of leaving the harvest to return to the railroad station; so he bought a sheet of gingerbread and a piece of cheese at a store, and seating himself near a brook by the side of the road, he bolted his simple meal, as boys are very apt to do when they are excited.
When he had finished, he took out his account book, and entered, "Dinner, 10 cents." Resuming his business, he disposed of the remaining six books in his valise by the middle of the afternoon, and was obliged to return for another supply.
About six o'clock he entered the house of a mechanic, just as the family were sitting down to tea.

He recommended his book with so much energy that the wife of the mechanic took a fancy to him, and not only purchased one, but invited him to tea.

Bobby accepted the invitation, and in the course of the meal, the good lady drew from him the details of his history, which he very modestly related, for though he sometimes fancied himself a man, he was not the boy to boast of his exploits.
His host was so much pleased with him, that he begged him to spend the night with them.

Bobby had been thinking how and where he should spend the night, and the matter had given him no little concern.