Winthrop had very few shillings to be extravagant with; he laid down two of them in exchange for a small mutton chop and some bread; and then, somewhat heartened, set out upon his travels again, crossing over to the west side of the city.

He felt glad, as he went, that his mother -- and his little sister -- did not know at that moment how utterly alone and foundationless he and his undertaking were standing in the place he had chosen for the scene of his labours and the home of his future life.

Yet he corrected himself.

Not 'foundationless,' while his strong will stood unmoved and untouched by circumstance.

Let that not be conquered, it would surely be conqueror, in the long run; and he determined it should have as long a run as was necessary.
He could not help the coming to his mind, as he slowly walked up Beaver St., of his mother's recipe against disappointment, and the conversation had about it years before; and the words, "Whatsoever he doeth shall prosper," as Rufus's voice had given them, came back fresh and with a moment's singular doubt and yearning touching their faithfulness.