"And you seem very young."
"I am sixteen."
"Are you entirely dependent on what you earn?" asked the lady, sympathizingly.
"Not entirely," answered the young merchant, "but I hope to make a living in this or some other way. Can I sell you any?" he asked, hopefully.
"I believe we have some on hand. Still tea will always keep, and I would like to help you along."
The kind-hearted lady took three pounds—two at sixty cents and one at seventy. This gave Frank a profit thirty-eight cents and put him in good spirits.
He worked his way back to the avenue on the other side of the street, and coming to a grocery store, entered.
It occurred to him that he would try to sell some at wholesale.
Frank was so young that the dealer did not suppose him to be an agent, and asked what he would like to buy.
"I came to sell, not to buy," said Frank.