“To find a position with some firm which, in return for your services, is willing to pay you a certain fixed sum weekly or monthly. I offer you the suggestion for what it is worth. You can think it over.”
“Think it over!” exclaimed Don. “How long do you think I can think on thirteen cents?”
“If you authorize me to act for you, I have no doubt something can be arranged.”
“You seem to hold all the cards.”
“I am merely obeying your father’s commands,” Barton hastened to assure him. “Now, can you give me any idea what you have in mind?”
“I’ll do anything except sell books,” Don answered promptly.
“Very well,” concluded Barton. “I’ll advise you by mail as soon as anything develops.”
“Thanks.”
“In the mean while, if you will accept a loan––”
“Thanks again,” answered Don; “but I’ll go hungry first.” He hung up the receiver and went back to the lounge.