While eating he looked over the paper, and found quite a number of places worth hunting up. By the aid of the map Mr. Joyce had loaned him he sorted out the addresses in regular order, and put them down in his note-book.
"Here is that newspaper office order," said the sailor, as Richard was about to leave. "If you're around in that neighborhood in the afternoon just see if there are any answers. One might have come already."
"I will," replied Richard. "Can I leave my valise here?"
"Certainly; I want you to make yourself at home here until you find a better place."
"Thank you. But I must pay you—"
"Not a cent. You helped me, and I'm going to do my duty by you. I'm no land shark."
And the old sailor shook his head in a way that showed he meant every word he said.
BOY WANTED, bright and active; to help feed. Norris Printing Co., Water
St., near Wall.
Such was the wording of the first advertisement on Richard's list.
He knew Wall Street ran from Broadway opposite Trinity Church, towards the East River, and he was not long in reaching that famous money mart, where millions of dollars change hands each day between the hours of 10 A.M. and 3 P.M. The grand approaches to many of the buildings made him feel timid, and he could not help but wonder if the place to which he was going was also so magnificent.