The next day was Sunday, and he did not realize that he was out of a position; but, when Monday morning came, and he could lie abed as long as he pleased, with no call to work, he felt sad.
After a light breakfast, he rose from the table and took his hat.
“Where are you going, Harry?” asked his mother.
“I am going out in search of a job, mother,” he replied.
The number of stores was limited, and he was pretty sure in advance that there was no opening in any one of them, but he wanted to make sure.
He applied at one after another, and without success.
“I’d take you quick enough, Harry,” said Mr. Draper, the dry-goods dealer, “but I’ve got all the help I need.”
“So I expected, Mr. Draper, but I thought I would ask.”
“All right, Harry. If I hear of anything, I will be sure to let you know,” said Mr. Draper, in a friendly tone.
All this evidence of friendliness was, of course, pleasant, but the prospect of a place would have been more welcome, so poor Harry thought. At ten o’clock he reached home.