“I have it!” Rusty cried suddenly. “I’ll get somebody to help me!”
Well, his wife didn’t think much of that plan, either.
“I don’t like the idea of any strange bird coming into my house,” she objected. “And you know yourself that you’ve always felt the same way about strangers.”
“I know——” he replied—“but this is different. I’ll find a brisk young fellow somewhere. And after a day or two you won’t mind his being here. He’ll seem just like one of the family.”
It took a good deal of urging before Mrs. Rusty consented. But at last she said she was willing to give the plan a trial, though she felt sure it was bound to cause trouble, somehow.
So that is how Rusty Wren came to hang a sign outside his door, which said:
BOY WANTED