Phil knew that the lady whom he had already met was named Pitkin, and he rightly concluded that it was her husband who was meant.
“I hope he is more agreeable than his wife,” thought Philip.
“Yes, Philip,” said Mr. Carter, who had evidently made up his mind, “I will try to find you a place this afternoon.
“I shall be very much obliged, sir,” said Philip gladly.
“I have already told you that my nephew and I are in business together, he being the active and I the silent partner. We do a general shipping business. Our store is on Franklin Street. I will give you a letter to my nephew and he will give you a place.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Wait a minute and I will write the note.”
Five minutes later Phil was on his way down town with his credentials in his pocket.