Bert's ThanksgivingPart 2
The old man spoke with some feeling, his fingers trembled
, and somehow he dropped two cents instead of one into Bert's hand. "Here! You've made a mistake!" cried Bert. "A bargain's a bargain. You've given me a cent too much!"
"No, I didn't,—I never give anybody a cent too much!"
"But—see here!" And Bert showed the two cents, offering to return one.“
"No matter," said the old man. "It will be so much less for my dinner—that's all."
Bert had instinctively pocketed the pennies, but he felt bad. "Poor old man!" he thought; "he's seen better days, I guess. Perhaps he's no home. A boy like me can stand it, but I guess it must be hard for him. He meant to give me two cents the whole time; and I don't believe he has had a decent dinner for many a day.""Look here," he cried; "where are you going to get your dinner, to-day?"
"I can get a bite here as well as anywhere—it doesn't matter much to me," replied the old man.
"I'll pay for your dinner!" Bert exclaimed. "Come! We don't have a Thanksgiving but once a year, and a fellow wants a good time then."
"Ah!" said the man, taking off his hat and giving it a brush with his elbow as they entered the restaurant, as if trying to appear as respectable as he could. He placed his hat on the floor, and took a seat opposite Bert at a little table which they had all to themselves. Bert offered him the menu.“
"I must ask you to choose for me; nothing very extravagant
, you know, I am used to plain food."
"So am I. But I'm going to have a dinner, for once in my life, and so are you," cried Bert, generously. "What do you say to chicken soup—and end up with a big piece of pumpkin
pie! How's that for a Thanksgiving dinner?"
"Scrumptuous!" said the old man, appearing to glow with the warmth of the room and the prospect
of a good dinner. "But won't it cost you too much?"
"Too much? No, sir!" said Bert. "Chicken soup, fifteen cents; pie—they give tremendous big pieces here, thick, I tell you—ten cents. That's twenty-five cents; half a dollar for two. Of course, I don't eat this way every day of the year! Here! Waiter!" And Bert gave his princely order as if he did it every day.“
"Where is your mother? Why don't you have dinner with her?" the little man asked.“