"How long have you been in service?"
"Over a year."
"Thank you for your kindness to my uncle. He seems ill and requires my attention now. Can you make it convenient to call here to-morrow evening at eight o'clock?"
"Yes, sir. I will call with pleasure."
"Good night, then, and don't forget to call."
The broker shook hands with Fred again, and the train-boy left the house quite won by the pleasant and affable manner of the great broker.
"I never expected to know such a man as that," thought Fred. "I wish he would give me a position in his office. That would be much better worth having than my present place."
"Why are you so late, Fred?" asked his mother, when he reached home.
"I had to make a call on Mr. Wainwright, the broker," answered Fred.
"I guess you are only funning," said Albert.