"Not that I am aware of," said Sam; "but I can do a little girl's work."
"Perhaps you would not be willing to take a little girl's pay."
"How much is the pay?"
"Two dollars a week."
"Declined with thanks," said Sam, promptly. "I don't like to disappoint you, but that wouldn't pay for my wardrobe."
The lady smiled. "I'm sorry I can't do anything for you," she said, amused.
"So am I," said Sam.
Presently he discovered a sign, "Boy Wanted," and this inspired in him some hope. He entered, and made known his wishes.
"You are altogether too large," said a brisk-looking man, eying him rapidly. "We want a boy of twelve."
"Can't I do as much as a boy of twelve?" asked Sam.