“That is true, but I have only a very little money.”
“Do you mind what you do?”
“No,” answered Ben desperately, “I am willing to do anything.”
“Then maybe I can offer you a job.”
Ben wondered what it could be. Perhaps he was to be offered the position of waiter. He did not think he should like this, and doubted whether he could safely carry a pile of dishes without endangering their safety and soiling his clothes.
“What is it?” he asked.
“You can stand at the door and distribute some of my bills.”
This was distinctly better than waiting in the restaurant.
“What will you pay?”
“Well, I’ll give you three meals a day.”