"
"What is it--a boarding-house?"
"Not exactly, though we do occasionally take a fellow in. It's a
temperance lunch-room for sailors, with regular first-class ship grub;
lobscouse, plum-duff and sech. Most of the fellows know me, and hardly
a soul comes ashore but what drops in afore he leaves port."
"It must pay."
"I don't get fancy prices and only make a living. I'd like to ask you
down, only maybe it wouldn't be fine enough."
Doc Linyard had noticed Richard's neat appearance, and saw that the
boy was accustomed to having everything "nice."
"Oh, I should like to come very much," replied Richard, "that is if
I get the chance."
On and on rolled the train, and finally the town for which it was bound
was reached, and the passengers alighted and crowded the station.
It was announced that owing to the disaster no train would leave for
New York for two hours. This left a long time on Richard's hands, and
he hardly knew what to do.
Immediately on the arrival Doc Linyard had gone off to hunt up a friend
he fancied lived in the place. Not far from the station was a little
park containing a number of benches, and walking over to it Richard
sat down.
The lunch his mother had given him came in handy now, and he did full
justice to it.
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