"Yes, sir," said Sam, glad to get off with no sharper admonition.
He returned to the post office, and this time he did his errand correctly.
At three o'clock Sam was permitted to leave the office and look out for a boarding-place. He had managed to scrape acquaintance during the day with Henry Martin, an errand boy in the next store, and went to consult him.
"Where do you board?" he asked.
"Near St. John's Park," answered Henry.
"Is it a good place?"
"It will do."
"I want to find a place to board. Is there room where you are?"
"Yes; you can come into my room, if you like."
"What'll I have to pay?"