“Fine,” Scott exclaimed. “Do you think I could earn enough for that? I am pretty green, you know.”
“Never mind about your color,” Greenleaf assured him; “most of the men who work extra for the holidays are more or less of that shade. You won’t be noticed. That point settled, now let’s see what kind of a job I can give you. I have been looking into the matter a little, and have a list of vacancies here from which we can choose something agreeable.”
Scott was very curious to see what the nature of the jobs would be. In his own mind he had pictured such positions as temporary clerkships in a bookstore, a bank, or wholesale house; private secretary to a railroad president, or some kind of investigational work for some ambitious professor. There his imagination had failed him.
“First,” Greenleaf continued, eying his list, “there is an extra salesman wanted at the Palladium.”
Scott gasped audibly.
“That,” Greenleaf said critically, doing the choosing for both of them, “we’ll not consider, because they pay only a dollar and a half per day and keep you standing up half the night.
“Next there is the job of carrying extras for the postman. That is no good because they do not pay any more than the other and it is likely to run out before the holidays are over. Cold job, too.
“Then there is a billing job in the express office. That is some fun and they pay two-fifty, but there is only one opening there and it is inside work.
“Next, writing tracers in the freight office, two-fifty, but a dog’s life and too much brain work.
“Next. Working on the sewer gang. Two dollars but too many ‘hunyacks’ to work with. Too hard work any way when you are not in training for it.