He must eat well and sleep well, in order to do well and be well.

But I suppose Bobby would have told me that it was of no use to pay a quarter extra for sleeping on a gilded bedstead, since the room would be so dark he could not see the gilt even if he wished to do so.

I could not have said anything to such a powerful argument, so I am very glad the mechanic's wife set the matter at rest by offering him a bed in her house.
He spent a very pleasant evening with the family, who made him 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.