Try, try again!"
"I won't go back to Sunderland unless I am obliged to," he said to himself. "There are other stores besides my uncle's in this large city, and more ways of making a living than one. I won't give up till I have tried my best."
So he walked along Broadway in a leisurely way, keeping his eyes wide open, and interested, in spite of his critical circumstances, in the crowds and bustle of that brilliant thoroughfare.
Presently he came to a shop window on which was posted the notice—
"Boy Wanted."
"Here's a chance for me," he thought, hopefully. "I'll apply for the place. I can't be any more than refused."
He entered. It was a store appropriated to "Gentlemen's Furnishing Goods."
A tall young man, with his auburn hair parted in the middle, glanced at him languidly.
"I see you want a boy," said Ben, plunging at once into business.