"For this week you need only stay till three o'clock in the afternoon. There isn't much doing after that."
When Andy went home it will not be wondered at if he was in a state of exhilaration. His discharge from the jeweler's had turned out to his advantage. His income was now ten dollars a week, and he had no board to pay. He certainly ought to lay up money.
He said to himself that now he would not go back to Mr. Flint's even if he had the chance.
When he entered his room he found Sam Perkins waiting for him.
"I have been thinking, Andy," he said, "that I might be able to get you into our store. I will speak to Mr. Chambers to-morrow."
"There is no occasion, Sam, though I thank you for your kind offer; I have a place."
"What, already?" ejaculated Sam, in amazement. "What chance have you had to hunt up a place?"
"The place hunted me up," answered Andy, with a smile. "I met a gentleman at dinner, who offered to take me into his employment."
"What business?"
"Real estate."