"Run away, little girl, I want to talk to Dick."
"So do I," said Molly as she made a little face at her father, who laughed at her.
"You mustn't think you own Dick. Go play with Tom, there. He looks pretty amiable just now."
"But he won't let me play with Tom. He's mean about that."
Dick began to explain, but the girl had gone.
"What are your plans for your future, Dick?" asked Mr. Barstow.
"I am going home and going to work at anything I can find to do."
"How would you like to work for me?"
"I don't know of anything else in the world I would like so well." And Dick fairly beamed.
"Then, if the work suits you, your engagement will date from to-day."