the means of satisfying it. Walking back to the square I began hunting for a restaurant.
I soon found that my search was labor lost.
There was no restaurant, but a man whom I asked furnished the information that I could get a good dinner at Betsy Baker's for fifty cents, and appeared surprised that I didn't know that Betsy Baker's was the Medford House.
Now, half dollars were not as plenty then as they are today, and besides, if the truth must be told, I had n't half a dollar in my pocket.Betsy Baker's was the Medford House.
Now, half dollars were not as plenty then as they are today, and besides, if the truth must be told, I had n't half a dollar in my pocket.
Hungrier than ever, I wandered down Salem street, when Withington's bakery caught my eye. They make things to eat, here, I said to myself, and of course they sell them.
A course of reasoning I subsequently found correct.
I shall never forget that dinner, which I ate off the counter, while the girl in attendance watched me as if she expected I was going through the whole stock.
Three doughnuts, half a dozen cookies, quarter of an apple pie, with a glass of milk.
I have eaten dinners at Par