Seated beside Mr. Briggs was a business man of about his own age.
“Good-morning, Mr. Sands,” he said, for it was an acquaintance.
“Good-morning, Mr. Briggs. Is this young man your son?”
“No, he is under my charge, however. I have a son of about his age.”
“Is he at school?”
“He has been till recently. I am looking for a place for him at present. It is time he commenced his business education.”
“Indeed,” said the gentleman, thoughtfully. “Are you thinking of any business in particular?”
“No. I shall accept any good opening for him.”
“The fact is,” said Sands, “I am looking for a boy to enter my own office. I was compelled yesterday to dismiss one who had been with me for six months, on account of dishonesty. I found he appropriated revenue-stamps, and sold them. I don’t know how long this has been going on, but probably I have been a considerable loser.”
“I don’t think you will have any such difficulty with Gilbert, if you are inclined to take him,” said Mr. Briggs.