About ten o’clock the two boys left Mr. Wilson, who had been going about all day and showed signs of fatigue.
“Shan’t I see you again, Mr. Wilson?” asked Edward.
“No; I must take an early start in the morning. You had better let me lend you a little money.”
“No, thank you, sir. Your generous gift will help me till I get a place.”
So the farewells were said, and the boys walked home.
“Now,” said Edward, “I must try to get a place. This money will last me two weeks, and in that time I ought to secure something.”
He went from place to place, answering advertisements the next day, but met with no luck. He was feeling rather depressed when Chester came into his room.
“I have found a place for you,” he said, brightly.
“You don’t mean it! Where is it?” asked young Granger.
“At the office of The Phœnix. You will be in the mailing department. The salary is small—only seven dollars a week—but——”