"However, I hope it will do him good, and be a lesson he will remember as long as he lives." Bobby bade the squire and Annie adieu again, resumed his journey towards the railroad station.

His thoughts were busy with Tom Spicer's case.

The reason why he had not joined him, as he expected and feared he would, was now apparent.

He pitied him, for he realized that he must endure a great deal of pain before he could again go out; but he finally dismissed the matter with the squire's sage reflection, that he hoped the calamity would be a good lesson to him.
The young merchant did not walk to Boston this time, for he had come to the conclusion that, in the six hours it would take him to travel to the city on foot, the profit on the books he could sell would be more than enough to pay his fare, to say nothing of the fatigue and the expense of shoe leather.
Before noon he was at B---- again, as busy as ever in driving his business.

The experience of the former week was of great value to him.
He visited people belonging to all spheres in society, and, though he was occasionally repulsed or treated with incivility, he was not conscious in a single instance of offending any person's sense of propriety.
He was not as fortunate as during the previous week, and it was Saturday noon before he had sold out the sixty books he carried with him.