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.

Why couldn't he do the same?
He liked the suggestion, and from that time, wherever he happened to be, he asked for lodging, or the meal he required; and he always proposed to pay for what he had, but very few would take anything.
On Friday noon he had sold out.