"Not a cent, my good fellow! You worked your passage, and did it well, too. You row as if you were an old hand at it. Put your money back in your pocket." "But you _must_ take it," insisted Benjamin. "You are quite welcome to all the rowing I have done. I am glad enough to get here by rowing and paying my passage, too. But for your coming along to take me in, I should have been obliged to stay in Burlington until next Tuesday," and he fairly forced the money upon the boatman. Bidding them good morning, he walked up Market Street. XX. THE WALKING COMEDY. Benjamin was very hungry, and he was considering how he could appease his hunger, when he met a boy who was eating a piece of bread. "That is what I want," he said to the boy; "where did you get that?" "Over there, at the bake-shop," the boy replied, pointing to it. "Thank you," and Benjamin hurried on. He had eaten nothing since he dined with the shop-woman in Burlington, on the day before. Besides, bread was a staple article with him. He had made many a meal of plain bread in his brother's printing office in Boston. Although he knew well which side his bread was buttered, his appetite for unbuttered bread never failed him. Entering the bake-shop, he inquired: "Have you biscuit?" He was thinking of what he had in Boston. "We make nothing of the kind." "Give me a three-penny loaf, then." "We have none." Benjamin began to think he should have to go hungry still, for, evidently, he did not know the names used to designate the different sorts of bread in Philadelphia. But, soon recovering himself, he said: "Then give me three-penny worth of any kind." To his surprise, the baker passed three great puffy rolls to him, enough for three men to eat at one meal. At first, he was puzzled to know what to do with them, whether to take all three or not. "What! All that?" he said, scarcely knowing what he did say. "Yes, there's three-penny worth; that is what you said, was it not?" "It was," and Benjamin paid the money and took the loaves, trying to conceal his surprise, without exposing his ignorance of methods in the Quaker City. He was a boy of remarkable tact, as we have seen, so that he was never put to his wits long without finding a way out. It was so in this case. He put a roll under each arm, and taking the third one in his hand, he proceeded up the street, eating as he went.