"Bless my soul! That is very cheap. Really, I think I could save money by giving up my house, and going there to sleep."
"I don't think you would like it, sir," said Frank, smiling.
"Probably not. Now, Frank, I am going to mention a plan I have for you. You don't want to be a newsboy all your life."
"No, sir; I think I should get tired of it by the time I was fifty."
"My friend Thompson, the gentleman who was walking with me when we first saw you, is an officer of the American District Telegraph Company. They employ a large number of boys at their various offices to run errands; and, in fact, to do anything that is required of them. Probably you have seen some of the boys going about the city."
"Yes, sir; they have a blue uniform."
"Precisely. How would you like to get a situation of that kind?"
"Very much, sir," said Frank, promptly.
"Would you like it better than being a newsboy?"
"Yes, sir."