"Come
along, Phil."

Phil, who had been sitting near the stove, prepared to accompany him.

"We haven't got far to go," said Edwin, who was eighteen. "I am glad of
that, for the sooner I get to the supper table the better."

After five minutes' walk they stopped at a comfortable two-story house
near the roadside.

"That's where I put up," said Edwin.

He opened the door and entered, followed by Phil, who felt a little
bashful, knowing that he was not expected.

"Have you got an extra plate, mother?" asked Edwin. "This is a professor
of the violin, who is going to help me make some music this evening."

"He is welcome," said Mrs. Grover, cheerfully, "We can make room for
him. He is an Italian, I suppose. What is your name?"

"Filippo."

"I will call you Philip. I suppose that is the English name. Will you
lay down your violin and draw up to the fire?"

"I am not cold," said Phil.

"He is not cold, he is hungry, as Ollendorf says," said Edwin, who had
written a few French exercises according to Ollendorf's system. "Is
supper almost ready?"

"It will be ready at once. There is your father coming in at the front
gate, and Henry with him."

Mr. Grover entered, and Phil made the acquaintance of the rest of the
family. He soon came to feel that he was a welcome guest, and shared
in the family supper, which was well cooked and palatable. Then Edwin
brought out his fiddle, and the two played various tunes. Phil caught
one or two new dancing tunes from his new friend, and in return taught
him an Italian air. Three or four people from a neighboring family
came in, and a little impromptu dance was got up. So the evening passed
pleasantly, and at half-past ten they went to bed, Phil sleeping in a
little room adjoining that in which the brothers Edwin and Harry slept.

After breakfast the next morning Phil left the house, with a cordial
invitation to call again when he happened to be passing.

Before proceeding with his adventures, we must go back to Pietro.

He, as we know, failed to elicit any information from Paul likely
to guide him in his pursuit of Phil. He was disappointed. Still,
he reflected that Phil had but a quarter of an hour's start of
him--scarcely that, indeed--and if he stopped to play anywhere, he would
doubtless easily find him. There was danger, of course, that he would
turn off somewhere, and Pietro judged it best to inquire whether such a
boy had passed.

Seeing two boys playing in the str