He joined another clerk, who guided him to a small place where, with his money, he was able to buy a cup of coffee, a sandwich and a piece of pie. His companion, who was a man of twenty-five, allowed himself a larger margin.
"Are you a new hand?" asked Mr. Sturgis, his fellow clerk.
"Yes, I only came in this morning."
"What are you in?"
"Handkerchiefs."
"They usually put beginners in that department. How'd you get the place?"
"Mr. Little is a cousin of my mother."
"Ah, that's it. Where do you live?"
"At his house."
"How do you like him?"