“Not very well, but I’ll find it,” answered Tom, promptly.
“What put it in your head to propose going?” asked Mr. Julian.
“I saw a copy of the New York Herald the other day. It contained a good many advertisements for help. I should look around and see if I couldn’t hear of some place.”
“Not a bad idea,” said the minister, approvingly. “Well, I believe I will trust you. When do you want to go?”
“On Monday,” said Tom, promptly.
“Very well, Monday let it be—that is, of course, if your mother doesn’t object. I shall pay your railway fares, and give you money enough to buy your dinner.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Tom would have declined taking money for his expenses, but he could not do so without betraying his own secret. He therefore made no objection.
Mrs. Thatcher felt a little nervous about Tom’s going to the city alone. He was old enough to be trusted to make such a journey, but his mother had traveled so little that she felt timid.
“You must be very careful, Tom,” she urged. “I hear there are a great many wicked men in New York, who may lie in wait for you, and lead you astray.”