He had said that every night for the past two weeks.
But the next day something happened. While Tom was at his breakfast the door bell rang, and, answering it, the while wondering who the early caller could be, Tom saw Charley Grove.
“Hello, Tom,” greeted his chum. “Had your breakfast? Come on, hurry up.”
“What’s the matter? A fire?”
“I’ve got a chance to get you a job.”
“A job? Where?”
“In a lawyer’s office. I’ve been keeping watch of the ads. in the paper, and this mornin’ there’s one in for a boy in the same building where I am. A big firm of lawyers want a boy to manage their private telephone exchange. Hurry up down and get it.”
“Maybe they want some one who is more experienced than I am.”
“What? With me t’ recommend you?” asked Charley incredulously. “Aw, come on. Hurry up!”
Filled with delightful anticipations Tom hurried. Charley took him to the office in question, which was on the tenth floor of a big building on Washington Street. Early as it was there were several boys in the corridor, waiting for the place to open.