"I am a telegraph operator, and I may be able to fill in the summer in some Western Union office. I have to work at summer prices, but as long as I make my board and lodging I shall be content."
"I wish I had a trade," said Jed thoughtfully.
"You don't feel like going back to your old home?"
"In the Scranton poorhouse? Not much!" answered Jed energetically. "I'll starve first. Have you got any place engaged?"
"No, but I have worked two summers at Sea Spray, an Atlantic coast summer resort. I shall go there and see if there is an opening."
"Is it far away?"
"About fifty miles. I'll tell you what, Jed, you had better come with me. Something may turn up for you."
"What is the fare, Mr. Bertram?"
"About a dollar and a half. You will have some money coming to you. You haven't been paid anything yet, have you?"
"No; I didn't suppose I was entitled to any."