It was too late to appeal to the superintendent, and Harold left the store, grief-stricken and discouraged.
CHAPTER XXXVI. A TIMELY HELPER.
Walking along Eighth Avenue, Scott Walton saw a boy coming out of Ezra Little's store with sad face and eyes red as with weeping. The boy was poorly dressed, and Scott's experience of poverty had been so recent that he felt quick sympathy.
"Are you in trouble? Can I assist you?" he asked, kindly.
Harold turned to see who was addressing him.
"I have just lost my place," he said, briefly.
"Were you working for Mr. Little?"
"Yes."