“I would be content if we made a good living.”
“And you would be able to see a good part of the country.”
“That’s the best part of it—to me. I hate to stay in one place all the while. Besides”—Matt 46 lowered his voice—“it will give me a chance to look for my father, if he is still alive.”
“You poor boy,” returned Ida Bartlett sympathetically. “Always thinking of him! Well, I trust, with all my heart, that you may some day find your father, alive and well.”
CHAPTER VII.
GETTING READY TO START.
A few minutes later found Matt on his way to the Columbus Hotel. The Bowery was crowded with all classes of people, some just returning from work, and others out sightseeing and buying, but the boy had no difficulty in making his way along at a rapid gait. In less than a quarter of an hour he reached the hotel and entered the office. He was about to accost the clerk at the desk, when somebody tapped him on the shoulder, and turning he saw Andrew Dilks.
“I have been watching for you,” said the young man. “I was a little afraid you might disappoint me.”