feel
entirely at home, they were so kind and so plain spoken. Before he
went to bed, he entered under the book account, "By twenty-six
Wayfarers, sold this day, $26.00."

He had done a big day's work, much bigger than he could hope to do
again. He had sold more than one half of his whole stock, and at this
rate he should be out of books the next day. At first he thought he
would send for another lot; but he could not judge yet what his average
daily sales would be, and finally concluded not to do so. What he had
might last till Friday or Saturday. He intended to go home on the
latter day, and he could bring them with him on his return without
expense. 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. 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 any
thing.

On Friday noon he had sold out. Returning to the railroad station, he
found that the train would not leave for the city for an hour; so he
improved the time in examining and balancing his accounts. The book
sales amounted to just fifty dollars, and after his ticket to Boston
was paid for, his expenses would amount to one dollar and fifty cents,
leaving a balance in his favor of fifteen dollars. He was overjoyed
with the result, and pictur