“But I hadn’t thought of your leaving home yet, Frank,” his mother went on, in dismay.
“Well, I’ll look around in Claster first.”
“I wish you would, and in Porthaven, too.”
Frank was enthusiastic about doing something, and that very Saturday night he asked half a dozen persons he knew for a situation.
But as his mother had intimated, it was next to impossible to find an opening. Only at one store was anything offered, and the pay there was but two dollars a week.
“I cannot afford to work for such an amount, Mr. Grimes,” said Frank.
“Well, that’s all I am willing to pay,” returned the storekeeper. “Plenty of boys would jump at the chance. I thought I’d give you a trial on your father’s account.”
“Thank you, but I’ll look further.”
Early Monday morning Frank went to Porthaven. As he did not want to pay the stage fare, which was twenty cents each way, he determined to walk the distance. But he was scarcely out of town when a boy in a grocery wagon came up behind him.
“Hullo, Frank!” called out the boy. “If you are going my way, jump in.”