I did not add his name to my short subscription list, but I counted it a greater triumph that I had made a friend.
It would have been seeking an anticlimax to solicit any more in the building.

I went out, into the roar of Tremont Street, and across the Common, still green and leafy.

I rested a while on a bench, debating where to go next.

It was past two by the clock on Park Street Church.
I had had a long day already, but it was too early to quit work, with only one half dollar of my own in my pocket.

It was Saturday--in the evening the landlady would come.