“I want a place, Sir.”
“What kind of a place?”
“In a store, Sir.”
“I’m sorry I’m all full. But sit down while I finish these letters; then we’ll talk about it.”
CHAPTER XV. — A SCHOOL-BOY NO LONGER.
The lad seated himself by the window. Scratch—scratch—scratch. The sun sparkled in the river. The sails, after yesterday’s rain, were loosened to dry, and were white as if it had rained milk upon them instead of water. Every thing looked cheerful and bright from Lawrence Newt’s window. The lad saw with delight how much sunshine there was in the office.
“I don’t believe it would hurt my health to work here,” thought he. Mr. Lawrence Newt rang a little bell. Venables entered quietly.
“Most ready out there?” asked Mr. Newt.