“I wish more boys of your age could say as much. Do I understand that you are going to the city in search of employment?”
“That is not my chief errand,” answered Grant, with some hesitation. “Still, if I could hear of a good chance, I might induce my parents to let me accept it.”
“Where do you live, my young friend?”
“In Colebrook. My father is the minister there.”
“That ought to be a recommendation, for it is to be supposed you have been carefully trained. Some of our most successful business men have been ministers' sons.”
“Are you in business in New York, sir?” asked Grant, thinking he had a right by this time to ask a question.
“Yes; here is my card.”
Taking the card, Grant learned that his companion was Mr. Henry Reynolds and was a broker, with an office in New Street.
“I see you are a broker, sir,” said Grant. “Tom Calder wants to get a place in a broker's office.”
“I should prefer that he would try some other broker,” said Mr. Reynolds, smiling. “I don't want a boy who deals with the bucket shops.”