Boys of his age usually like excitement and bustle, and Frank was quick to notice the shifting scenes of the great panorama.
"Here are thousands of people," he reflected, "all of whom make a living in some way. I don't see why I can't succeed as well as they."
Some of the objects he saw amused him.
In front of him walked an elderly man with a large placard strapped to his back, on which was the advertisement of a "Great Clothing Emporium."
"I don't think I should fancy that kind of employment," thought our hero.
As he was looking in at a shop window, a boy about his own age hailed him.
"I say, Johnny, what's the price of turnips?"
"Do you want to buy any?" asked Frank quietly.
"Well, I might. Have you got any with you?"
"I am sorry I can't supply you," said Frank, coolly. "Up our way we keep our cattle on turnips."