“We came to apply for work in the store, sir.” It was Harry who answered, at a nudge from Ted.
“How old are you?”
“He is fifteen and I am sixteen, sir,” replied Harry.
“You will have to go to Mr. Keene’s office to fill your application blanks. He has charge of the store messenger service, and of all the boys who work here.”
“Where is his office, sir?”
“On the third floor, Warren Street front; north-east corner.”
“Thank you, sir. Do you think Mr. Keene needs any boys?” Harry could not refrain from asking the question.
“I don’t know, my boy,” smiled the young man, “but if he does need any help, I shouldn’t be surprised if he gave you a trial.”
Harry’s eyes glowed with eagerness to know his fate. Thanking the young man, he nudged Ted to come on.