And so it was in a Quaker meeting-house that Benjamin Franklin found the first shelter and rest in Philadelphia.

Later in the day, as Franklin was strolling toward the river, he met a young man whose honest face was very pleasing to him.

“My friend,” he said, “can you tell me of any house where they lodge strangers?”

“Yes,” said the young man, “there is a house on this very street; but it is not a place I can recommend.  If thee will come with me I will show thee a better one.”

Franklin walked with him to a house on Water street, and there he found lodging for the night.

And so ended his first day in Philadelphia.

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VIII.—­GOVERNOR WILLIAM KEITH.

Franklin soon obtained work in a printing house owned by a man named
Keimer.

He found a boarding place in the house of Mr. Read, the father of the girl who had laughed at him with his three rolls.

He was only seventeen years old, and he soon became acquainted with several young people in the town who loved books.

In a little while he began to lay up money, and he tried to forget his old home in Boston as much as he could.

One day a letter came to Philadelphia for Benjamin Franklin.

It was from Captain Robert Holmes, a brother-in-law of Franklin’s.

Captain Holmes was the master of a trading sloop that sailed between Boston and Delaware Bay.  While he was loading his vessel at Newcastle, forty miles below Philadelphia, he had happened to hear about the young man Franklin who had lately come from Boston.

He sat down at once and wrote a letter to the young man.  He told him how his parents and friends were grieving for him in Boston.  He begged him to go back home, and said that everything would be made right if he would do so.

When Franklin read this letter he felt very sad to think of the pain and distress which he had caused.

But he did not want to return to Boston.  He felt that he had been badly treated by his brother, and, therefore, that he was not the only one to be blamed.  He believed that he could do much better in Philadelphia than anywhere else.

So he sat down and wrote an answer to Captain Holmes.  He wrote it with great care, and sent it off to Newcastle by the first boat that was going that way.

Now it so happened that Sir William Keith, the governor of the province, was at Newcastle at that very time.  He was with Captain Holmes when the letter came to hand.

When Captain Holmes had read the letter he was so pleased with it that he showed it to the governor.

Governor Keith read it and was surprised when he learned that its writer was a lad only seventeen years old.

“He is a young man of great promise,” he said; “and he must be encouraged.  The printers in Philadelphia know nothing about their business.  If young Franklin will stay there and set up a press, I will do a great deal for him.”