“Yes, sir, I always on time.”
“That is an excellent habit. Here, Harry.”
In answer to this summons, Harry Becker, a boy two years older and correspondingly larger than Grant, came forward. He was a pleasant-looking boy, and surveyed Grant with a friendly glance.
“Harry,” said Mr. Reynolds, “this is your successor. Do me the favor of initiating him into his duties, so that when you leave me he will be qualified to take your place.”
“All right, sir.”
The broker hurried over to the Exchange, and the two boys were left together.
“What is your name?” asked the city boy.
“Grant Thornton.”
“Mine is Harry Becker. Are you accustomed to the city?”
“No, I am afraid you will find me very green,” answered Grant.