“I will have the room ready for you this afternoon.”
“All right. I will come.”
Joshua lost no time in transferring himself to Mrs. Foster’s boarding house. He felt in very good spirits when he thought how much his expenses would be diminished by the change.
“There’s some difference between three dollars a day and five a week,” he said to himself. “I think it will suit me very well. Now all I want is to get a place, so that I can lay by my four hundred dollars. I’ll look around to-morrow.”
The next day Joshua commenced his rounds. Wherever he saw the sign “A Boy Wanted,” he went in. At one place he came near being engaged.
“How old are you?” he was asked.
“Eighteen.”
“You look younger. We don’t need a clerk so old.”
“Won’t I do?”
“You might. How much wages do you expect?”