This was considerable of an argument for a boy to manage; but Bobby was satisfied with it, and went to sleep, wondering what his mother, Squire Lee, and Annie were thinking of about that time.
After breakfast the next morning he resumed his travels.

He was as enthusiastic as ever, and pressed "The Wayfarer" with so much earnestness that he sold a book in nearly every house he visited.
People seemed to be more interested in the little merchant than in his stock, and taking advantage of this kind feeling towards him, he appealed to them with so much eloquence that few could resist it.
The result of the day's sales was fifteen copies, which Bobby entered in the book account with the most intense satisfaction.

He had outdone the boy who had passed through Riverdale, but he had little hope that the harvest would always be so abundant.
He often thought of this boy, from whom he had obtained the idea he was now carrying out.

That boy had stopped over night at the little black house, and slept with him.

He had asked for lodging, and offered to pay for it, as well as for his supper and breakfast.