이1011estion 4ad the following passage carefully and answer the questions that follow:ell you what, Jones," one of them said, "I shall never forget my first few years in thisCanon. When I first struck this place, I hadn't more than fifteen cents to my name, hadn'tol ag except what I stood up in, and all the place I had to sleep was an empty tar barre},"speedPar "My dear Robinson," replied Jones, "if you imagine I've had no experience of hardshipthat sort, you never made a bigger mistake in your life. When I first walked into thisyn I hadn't a cent, sir, not a cent, and as for lodging, all the place I had for months andonths was an old piano box up a lane, behind a factory."“My dear Jones," Robinson broke in, "You merely show that you don't know what abarrel is like. Why, on winter nights, when you'd be shut in there in your piano boxit as snu"as you please, I used to lie awake shivering, with the wind running in at the 10le at"Wind!" sneered Jones! "Don't talk to me about winds. This piano box had a wholerned plank off it. I used to sit there studying in the evenings, and the snow would blowa foot deep. And yet, sir," he continued "I don't mind admitting that some of the happiestlys of my life were spent in that same old box. I'd wake up there in the mornings andout with high spirits. Of course, you may not be able to stand that kind of life."“Not stand it!" cried Robinson fiercely! "By God! I am made for it. I just wish I hadtaste of the old life again for a while. What a grand old life it was! I can rememberrenings when I'd have two or three fellows in, and we would sit round and play cards20, a candle half the night.""Two or three!" laughed Jones; "why, my dear fellow, half dozen of used to sit down toipper in my piano box, and have a game of cards afterwards. Mighty good suppers theyere too! By God, Robinson, you fellows have ruined your digestions with high living."Then the waiter appeared with the question:"What may I bring you for dinner, gentlemen?""Dinner!" said Jones. Oh, anything, nothing -I never care what I eat-give me a littleold porridge, if you've got it, anything you like, it's all the same to me."The waiter turned with an impassive face to Robinson.61​